#somebody please help me I can’t get this song out of my head
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COULD U POSSIBLY MAKE A MATT FIC BASED OFF OF THIS TIKTOK OR SONG (YOU CAN DECIDE IF U WANT IT TO BE SMUT OR NOT IF U DO MAKE ONE) https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8wp5H2t/
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MY OH MY
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!matt x reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you get into a pickle when you get poured on, but don’t worry… somebody comes to save you.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY, swearing, making out, p in v, ass grabbing, faux sympathy, cum eating (🙈)
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,400
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: meant to post earlier but tumblr decided to close the draft without saving as i was proofreading/editing🤣
hope you enjoy @sluttyformatt :)
rain trickles down your hair to your shoes; workout clothes soaked.
you wanted to go on a late-night walk, then suddenly it started pouring out of nowhere. currently, you’re standing under a roof edge, arms crossed while you wait for your ride.
your brother isn’t around to pick you up, so your last resort was his best friend. he’s your brother’s age, who’s two years older than you. he’s known him ever since high school, yet your mother always said matt was a bad influence.
although, you do see where she’s coming from. matt was the type to always get in trouble in school, and overall he’s just a big grump. he’s only been nice to you, your brother, and of course his siblings.
headlights glow down the street, getting closer until the minivan stops in front of you. you quickly head over to it, open the door, and get in on the passenger’s side. “hi matty!” you beam. “thank you so much for picking me up. i didn’t know it was going to rain.”
he looks at you, wearing the leather jacket he’s had for as long as you can remember.
he truly doesn’t understand how you can be so happy no matter what, even if you are drenched in water. “you should’ve checked the weather before you left.” he mumbles, putting the car in drive.
“well, it was sunny all day. i didn’t expect rain. it’s okay, though. it’s like a surprise shower.” you smile, fastening the seatbelt.
“uh oh,” you say, looking through your fanny pack that you have strapped to your stomach.
he sighs, still focusing on the road. “what is it now?”
“i may or may not have left my keys home and locked myself out. nobody’s home.” you lick your teeth. “can i come to your place until my brother picks me up? pretty please, matty?”
“fine.” he inhales sharply. “and stop calling me matty.”
it’s silent as you two sit on the couch. your brother texted you saying he’ll let you know when he’s on his way, but god knows how long that’ll be. (despite it being almost midnight)
matt notices a shiver, taking his eyes off of his phone to look. your hands rub up and down your arms trying to warm up, but the chattering of your teeth indicates that it isn’t helping. “go to my room and grab one of my hoodies and pajama pants. they should be in my dresser.” he says coolly.
you smile. “it’s okay, i can wait. i’m fine.”
“put them on.” he demands. “you’re soaking wet and freezing.”
staring at him, he keeps staring back because of your silence. “go.”
you sigh like a child, getting up from the couch and walking down the hallway into his bedroom.
matt’s clothes are far too big on you, but you do feel warmer and more comfortable. his pants hang low just past your waistline. the hoodie on the other hand is long, causing the sleeves to give you sweater paws.
you sit on the chair he has in the corner, scrolling on your phone. matt can’t help but stand at the doorway, watching you.
not in a creepy way, but the fact you’re wearing his clothes has his dick reacting from the view. the way it’s too big for your body turns him to fuck on.
he cannot feel this way toward you. your his best friend’s sister, for god’s sake. but he can’t help it.
“feel better?”
you get startled by his voice. “yes, thank you.”
“told you so,” he grumbles.
rolling your eyes playfully, you stand up. “i didn’t mean to linger in here. i got distracted.”
as you start to walk by him, he grabs onto your shoulders to stop you. your breath hitches at the feeling of his rings; the way they drag down your arm makes you subconsciously clench your thighs together.
his cologne floods your nostrils, and the way he’s looking at you is different now.
he’s always been a grumpy kid and had a resting bitch face, but now he’s looking at you seductively and with need.
the hand that was on your arm now cups the front of your neck. there’s no pressure, but the fingers with no rings go over your bottom lip.
he sighs sympathetically. “it sucks that you’re off limits. i would so fuck you right now.”
your eyebrows raise high from the sudden courage he had to just blurt that out. however, you smirk.
“if you kiss me.” you shrug. “i might let it happen.”
he groans, leaning down to smash his lips on yours.
still intact, you grab his jacket and pull him in closer, your bodies moving at the same rhythm.
he starts to push you back to where the chair is, turning you 180° so he’s the one sitting in it while you straddle his lap.
your hips grind, rubbing just the right spot on not only you but him also. you smile into the kiss when you feel him hardening beneath you.
tugging at the pants you're wearing, he pulls away. “take these off.”
you shimmy them down your legs as he unbuckles his belt and pulls his bottoms down below his thighs. he grabs your hips to hover you over him, but stops and teases the tip.
you wiggle to get some friction as he smirks. “manners.”
“please.” you whine. “please let me ride your cock. i’m so fucking wet for you.”
matt sinks you slowly onto him, your walls immediately stretching to his size. “i didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth.”
you mumble something into his chest, bouncing uncontrollably on his dick. your sweater paws ball up on his biceps. your ass slaps repeatedly on his skin, the sound echoing off the walls.
he tuts, grabbing your ass and giving it a firm squeeze. “why so quiet?”
“stop.” you mewl, nuzzling your face even deeper into his body. your face is hot from embarrassment.
“is somebody embarrassed to be fucking her brother’s best friend? it looks like ms. goody-two-shoes is a little naughty.” he says lowly into your ear, causing you to start whimpering and going even faster.
it doesn’t take long for his tip to brush against the right spot “oh, fuck.” you moan, legs shaking at his sides.
“better not get this chair dirty, otherwise i’ll make you clean it,” he warns, knowing that you can’t control your orgasm.
pouting, you clench hard. of course, your release runs down his thighs and onto the seat. your eyes are glassed over while you look at him, who’s shaking his head. “you’re making a mess.”
somehow so quickly, he lifts you off of him and onto the floor. now, he’s behind you, and your cheek leans against the chair.
he again nudges at your entrance, this time you buck your hips back but he grips them tight. “clean up your mess first.”
he doesn’t ask. he orders while pushing your head down further into the cushion.
obeying, you flick your tongue onto your arousal. normally, you’d find this gross, but you’re so wet and turned on that you’ll listen to whatever he says. his presence feels like you are under a spell.
a sweet and salty taste fall on your tongue, following his instructions to a t.
a hum of approval is heard behind you. he spreads your legs wider, slamming into you with no warning.
you moan loudly, arching as much as you can in this position. “m-matt! shit, matt!” you yelp.
he grunts, taking in how well your pussy feels engulfing him.
tears threaten to spill from your eyes once they roll back, moaning loud and clear when your g-spot gets abused already.
strings of curses leave your lips, the way he’s balls deep inside of you right now have you quiver a lot. “you feel—” you pause, licking your lips and shutting your eyes tight. “so good. like… holy fucking god.”
he chuckles, placing his hand on your shoulder to drill into you harder. before you even know that it’s happening, you cum for the second time, shaking uncontrollably from the pleasure.
a deep breath later, matt makes sure to pull out and paint your back white.
“you can keep the clothes.” he says, jiggling your ass to play with it. “so you can wear them the next time i fuck you.”
𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!
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HEYY HIII i finally gave some attention to this fic! this will be the final part, so i wrote in some semi sweet fluffiness between reader and al <3 kisses kisses hugs love you all!
Your Half of the Deal (iii)(Final)
Alastor x Reader
part i part ii part iii
TW: kidnapping, violence, alastor ooc probably... oh whale
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You had lost track of the time spent in that room, a near constant headache thrumming in your head due to the deep bass that you now knew resonated from the club just beyond the door. Every now and then you would recognize the faint tune of a familiar pop song—Angel often took you out to bars to escape from the Hotel—and let yourself enjoy the recognition, humming along. It was truly the only thing you could do with yourself.
You humored yourself with the thought of who your knight in shining armor may be, if one ever came. Would it be Alastor? Finally holding up his half of your soul bargain? Or maybe even Angel, stumbling across you in a bender with Cherri? Or even an unrelated third party that wouldn’t even recognize you; surely the Vee’s have made enough enemies to warrant somebody saving you just to get back at them. No matter who crossed your mind, you couldn’t get your hopes up. You were certain it hadn’t been days in here, but it had been long enough that you were starting to convince yourself nobody was coming.
You may just have to save yourself.
Due to the constant struggle against the metal restraints that chained you to the bed, your wrists had begun to blister and scab, sending dull waves of sensitive pain through your arms. Vox often visited, putting on a face of care and concern, but you knew better than to trust him. All Overlords had to be manipulative to get their way, and Vox was no exception—in fact, he may just be the worst of the worst (not including Alastor). He offered various times to help you dress the wounds on your arms, but you returned his gestures by hissing insults and lunging for that oversized television he had for a head. He kept trying, though, and each attempt at playing nice made you feel all the more crazy and violent.
Speak of the devil, you thought with a frown as the door opened, briefly casting multicolored lights and a blare of loud music into the room before it was quickly silenced by the click of the door closing again. You subconsciously leaned towards the exit, desperately wanting to escape.
The tall, flat-faced demon strode in, head held high with, in your opinion, undeserved confidence. He was a coward. You fucking hated cowards. You let your lips curl into a sneer as he stopped a foot away from you, peering down with his own curled smirk.
“You’ll get an infection,” Vox referred to your wrists. This shit again? You clenched your fists. “Please, let me treat them. It’s the least I could–”
“Man fuck off with that shit!” You snapped, leaning forward. You bared your fangs at him, tail lashing. “The least you could do is let me the fuck out! I’m fuckin’ hungry!”
Vox’s smile grew wider, and his eyes narrowed slightly. He took a breath in through his teeth, trying to remain polite. He sat down next to you, the mattress dipping with his weight. You took extreme care to not let yourself fall towards him from the unexpected shift.
Despite every bone in your body wanting to lunge in attack like usual, you held back. Truthfully you knew it was futile, you just enjoyed the rush you got from just trying to fight back. This time, though, you wanted to see if you could get any information about your current situation out of him. Maybe it would help you escape.
“You know we can’t let you out,” He said in a condescendingly sweet tone. He reached a hand out and placed it on your shoulder, digging his claws into your shirt and nearly into your skin when you tried to jerk away. You got the hint. “What better way to get to that out-dated Overlord than taking away his favorite toy?”
“I’m not a toy,” You said through clenched teeth. While you doubted this fact yourself, you would never admit it. Not to Vox. The smile he gave you in return was akin to an adult looking down on a naive child. It made your blood boil, and the internal battle you were having to not fly into attack mode was getting harder and harder. All the while you were talking, you kept analyzing him, looking for any semblance to a key, or anything that may serve as a lockpick. Whether to your restraints or even to the door, either would bring you one step closer to getting out.
There was no doubt he recognized what you were doing—he was an Overlord, not a fool. Maybe he didn’t expect you to be much of a challenge, or to get very far, as he made no move to avert your prying eyes. If anything, it was like he was asking you to try, what with the way he shifted in such a way that you noticed the slight imprint of a key in his pocket. You tried your best to act indifferent. How the hell were you going to get that?
“Could you at least let me out for a moment to piss?” You kept up the attitude, but slumped your shoulders to look defeated and averted your eyes to the floor. Out of the corner of your eye you saw his smile grow, a cheshire-like grin as if he was watching a mouse play right into his trap. And you didn’t doubt you were, Vox would never be so careless as to reveal the presence of a key unless it was on purpose. It didn’t matter to you, though, because you resolved to just be stronger than he expected you to be. He was underestimating you.
“Oh, but of course! No wonder you’ve been so snippy,” He joked, idly picking up the chain that was attached to the wall with a finger as he spoke. He shifted his hand over towards your wrists, gripping them just barely hard enough to send a wave of sensitive pain through your hand. You grit your teeth and bore back any recognition of the pain as he continued to fiddle with your chains.
He produced a key from his coat pocket. This must mean that the key in his pants pocket was for the door… which, if everything goes fine, would be perfect. Without your restraints, you only had to worry about getting the fuck out of here.
Relief swelled through your wrists when the clasps fell away from your skin, fresh air soothing your raw skin. You allowed yourself a second to tenderly press your fingers against the blisters, wincing at the sting it caused. You shook your hands out in front of you and stood, watching Vox out of the corner of your eye. He stood and offered his arm to you; although, you knew it was less of an offer and more of a command. He wouldn’t let you out of here if he couldn’t hold on to you.
You slowly slipped your arm through the curve of his elbow, linking yourself to him. You allowed yourself to mentally vomit at the contact, but held your expression steady and calm as he led you out. Maybe causing a scene in public will help? Honestly doubtful—you were in Hell, after all, and demons were much too intimidated by the technology Overlord. Maybe someone you know will just so happen to be here?
Thoughts and plans raced through your mind, but none seemed plausible. At this point, you thought it was just best to throw yourself at him even if it got you nowhere. It might do you good to get some energy out at the very least.
Your senses were immediately overwhelmed when he opened the door; bright, flashing neon lights and the deep booming bass of music swamped over you. You were no stranger to this type of scene, but after being locked up in a deathly quiet room for some time… a headache was quick to come.
Swiftly taking in the scene before you, you desperately searched for some semblance of familiarity within the sea of people as Vox led you against the wall towards the restroom. You didn’t see anybody that you knew, but caught a few curious eyes, no doubt over the fact that you were basically holding Vox’s hand. You wished you could cast out some mental signal that you did not want to be this close to the Overlord and beg demons not to get the wrong idea.
Your attention was brought back when Vox’s arm fell away from yours, and you realized you were standing in front of the restroom. You cast him a quick look before quickly dashing into the room, thankful to finally have a chance away from him without shackles on your arms. You rested your hands on the lip of the sink, heaving a shaky breath and looking absently at the drain, tracing the pattern of the speckles of undrained water that clung to the porcelain. You tried not to let it get to you, especially not in his presence, but being so close to the Technology Overlord made every nerve in your body blaze with anxiety.
Flipping the faucet on, you let the lukewarm water run over your bruised wrists. Times like this you wished Hell had the convenience of cold tapwater, but the water nevertheless did the job of soothing your skin. You watched the water blankly for a minute, mind lost in thought over your situation. The gentle warmth of the water almost sent you into a trancelike state, and you were likely to get stuck there for a few moments just enjoying it if it wasn’t for a loud banging at the door and an impatient voice calling for you. You snapped back a retort about him rushing you, but you still turned off the faucet and dried your hands.
With a quick glance at yourself in the mirror, you gave yourself a resolute and firm look before leaving the restroom. You could do this.
You flung open the door, not taking time to observe Vox’s somewhat surprised look as his fist was still raised to continue knocking on the door. You made a mad dash past him, ducking under claws that swung at your shirt collar in an attempt to yank you back.
“Fuck- fucking get back here!” You heard him snarl from behind you, voice unnaturally louder than the music that boomed in the room. It was as if he just… commanded the music to be quieter so he could project his own, overpowering voice. Though you knew, as the Technology Overlord, that was most likely in his limit of power, you still couldn’t help the cold feeling that the uncanny experience sent in your bones. You kept running, ignoring the shouts of curiosity from the crowd at the whole ordeal.
A strong arm wrapped around your neck, bringing you close to somebody’s chest. The sudden change of momentum and pressure on your throat made you sputter momentarily for air, but it didn’t take long for you to come to and realize how fucked you were.
“Vox! Ova’ here!” The demon who held you tightly shouted, and you managed to just barely catch sight of his face. His smile was huge and toothy, a pleased look glimmering in his eyes. He fiercely waved his hand in the air.
“You gross, good for nothing fanboy!” You cried, struggling in his grip. You brought your hands up to his burly arm and dug your claws as much as possible into his skin, yanking down and shredding his skin. He kicked you away with a pained yelp, snarling some curses at you as he nursed his arms and slunk back in the crowd, of which had formed a large circle around the two of you, undoubtedly to the bar to lick his wounds. You stood, preparing to run, but… You realized it was too late.
Vox cleared his throat behind you. He had no need to grab you—you both knew running would be futile at this point. You tightened your lips together in a grimace and clenched your fists. What would you do now?
Fuck it, and, just like you had when you first came across him, you lunged at him. Though, this time you went lower, hurling yourself into his stomach. He stumbled just enough to give you time to send a frenzy of claws across his body, scratching anything that came within reach of you. You gripped his leg and yanked up, toppling him over before you ran once again.
You didn’t get far before something curled over your ankle, twisting around the limb and tripping you. You fell to your hands with a loud ‘fuck’ before shooting your eyes to see what the culprit was—a thin wire twisted up your leg, digging harder and harder into your skin as the seconds past. Every attempt you made seemed futile to rid yourself of Vox, and you had to bite back a cry of frustration.
“Pets don’t get far without their leash,” He spat distastefully at you. A line of blood fell from his mouth, and you couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride in yourself for making Vox feel some pain, even if the blood on his face was just a display of light.
Vox walked closer, his height sending an ominous shade over your downed body. You didn’t let yourself tremble, though you wanted to, because you truly had nowhere to go from here; you couldn’t let him know that you were afraid. You would keep fighting him, no matter what, even if it would kill you. If you weren’t going to escape this shit, you would die trying. In your frenzied mindset, you didn’t notice the growing sensation of static that prickled against your skin.
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Alastor stood in front of the club, ears flat against his head in an attempt to block out the blaring music that he could already hear from outside the doors. He abhorred places like this, finding them distasteful and a disgrace to the clubs that he frequented back in his day. Of course, he had to get over himself in that regard—finding and saving you from the grasps of that nasty TV head was more important.
His shadow had returned to him a few hours after he left the Vees’ residence, having seen Vox himself entering the club through a back entrance. He had wasted no time in making his way there, ignoring the painful thrumming of his heart and the twisting feeling his stomach made.
With a twirl of his cane and quick adjustment to his bowtie, he made his way in, melting into his shadow to slip in the crack of the same back door his shadow had seen. When inside, he found himself in a somewhat desolate corner of the club, his ears twitching uncomfortably at the sound of the music, louder now that he was inside. He swept his red eyes across the huge room, trying to see past the swarm of demons.
A light pressure on his shoulder, which he quickly recognized came from his shadow, urged his attention towards a room just to the left of the back entrance. The door was cracked open, and he slunk towards the door, peeking in before entering to ensure nobody was there.
The room immediately sent a wave of some uncomfortably intense emotion through him, though he wasn’t quite sure what—fury, maybe?—because the room smelled just like you. His nostrils flared and his eyes immediately narrowed at the realization, and the stick of his cane creaked from the grip he held on it. He didn’t fully understand why the hint of your presence after your absence made him feel so strongly, but he did know that he was pissed, the feeling of which was only increased tenfold when he saw the shackles that lay ominously barren on the bed.
He swiftly left the room, not caring if the slamming of the door brought any attention to him. It didn’t, though, and he quickly realized that a commotion on the other side of the club had already drawn the attention of everyone. A voice—no, your voice shouted something, and another wave of that fury coursed through Alastor’s veins. He quickly moved forward, shoving through the crowd. Demons began noticing his presence as he pushed, and space was being made for him to move through.
Though he wanted nothing more than to simply tear Vox apart, Alastor quickly gained composure and stepped out from the crowd into the wide berth that had formed around Vox and you.
Alastor met your gaze for a brief moment, noting how thrilled you looked to see him and quickly sweeping his eyes over your body and analyzing your condition. His smile curled up in a light snarl when he saw the wire that twisted around your leg. How dare that flat-faced Overlord touch what belonged to Alastor?
He turned his head towards said Overlord, whose face was lit with a multitude of different emotions. Alastor could tell his breathing was coming rapidly, and whether it was due to excitement, fear, or even both, Alastor didn’t know nor did he truly care. All he saw was a pathetic demon before him who took something that wasn’t his.
“My old friend!” Alastor exclaimed with fake friendliness, a smile lighting up his face as his arms stretched up and wide. He stepped towards Vox, an ominous shadow forming under his feet as he walked. Tiny tendrils of flame licked up from the manifesting power as Alastor purposefully made an attempt to intimidate Vox into submission. There was intense bloodlust in his veins, but he was less inclined to create a scene with another Overlord than just getting out of here with you. Plus, despite Vox’s obsession with defeating Alastor, the other two Vee’s really kept out of the feud… Alastor didn’t want to draw the attention of them as well.
Vox didn’t yield, though, and he also began walking towards Alastor, though his body language was much less friendly. His shoulders were high and tense and his claws curled into fists, a frown flickering onto the screen of his face. The two stopped just a foot from each other, and the energy in the room crackled dangerously. The music had stopped, and the crowd of demons had begun slinking out of the club, deathly quiet so as to not draw the attention from the Overlords. This wasn’t particularly necessary, though, as they watched each other with equally unyielding iron stares.
Alastor allowed one more look at you when he heard you weakly say his name. Maybe the sight of him brought you enough relief to finally let exhaustion overcome your body, because you had lost all will to fight. When he saw just how pitiful you looked, how extremely exhausted you were, he didn’t care to hold back anymore.
“I don’t let thieves get away for long,” Alastor said, his voice low and filled with static. He felt the weight of his horns as they expanded while his limbs grew unnaturally, allowing him to tower in height over Vox. In response, tendrils of wire began sprouting from Vox’s body, as well as dangling from the ceiling, poised to attack. “Somebody should’ve taught you some manners on property.”
“We’re in Hell, genius,” Vox growled back. There was an almost ecstatic look in his eyes, but his voice sounded rushed and frantic. “I know you’re old, but come on! How do you forget that?”
Alastor didn’t grace Vox with a response, an inky black spear of shadow shooting from the pool that had been forming underneath Alastor’s feet. It stabbed into Vox’s leg, who couldn’t react in time, but he stood his ground still and threw his own wave of tendrils at Alastor in return. Alastor was quick to move out of the way of the piercing wire, but he wasn’t able to avoid the three that came from above and wrapped around his torso, lifting him nearly a foot off the ground. His red eyes were steadfast of Vox, and he didn’t bother to struggle against the wire. Vox brought him closer, face inches away from Alastor’s own.
“Somebody should’ve taught you about knowing your place! You outdated–” Vox had let his guard down, if only for a moment, and Alastor took that chance. His arm surged forward and through Vox’s face, shattering the glass display. The screen immediately went black, save for the flashes of glitching display lights as the sound of his voice was cut short, replaced by unintelligible buzzing and zapping. Alastor withdrew his hand, bleeding lightly from the glass and metal, and quickly caught his balance when the wires around his torso slackened, dropping him.
Alastor easily stepped to the side as Vox’s twitching body fell to its knees and then forward, the flat screen slamming into the ground with an almost comical slap. The radio demon looked down at it for a few seconds, the corners of his smile curling in a displeased sneer. He truly wanted to avoid getting physical. Vox wasn’t dead, Alastor knew better than to get his hopes up, but his ego would certainly be bruised.
His attention was drawn away from the body, still jerking and sparking, when he heard you softly call for him. He turned on his heel, positioning his hands over his cane to lean and look down at you. You were looking up at him, picking yourself up from the sticky club floor to sit on your knees. He couldn’t keep his eyes from lingering over your haggard appearance, especially the raw, blistering skin of your wrists.
Maybe it was how pitiful you looked, peering up at him like an abandoned kitten, your eyes glazed with a mixture of tears and exhaustion, but something in Alastor urged him to swoop down and hold you in his arms. He was able to fight himself for just a brief moment, but the overwhelming sensation of relief eventually got the best of him.
A cautious step forward, an uncertain glance over your expression, another step, pause… before he finally knelt down in front of you. He looked into your eyes, searching—for what he didn’t really know—before his arms slowly slid under yours, wrapping against the dip of your waist and gently pulling you towards himself. For now he was acting without much thought, doing something he never thought himself capable of. And, strangely enough, you reciprocated the gesture. Why was his heart swelling so much as he felt you tying your own arms around his neck?
It was silent for some time, the club long abandoned from the confrontation with the TV demon. The tender embrace the two of you shared in a rather unconventional place was likely going to be brushed under the rug, forced to be forgotten; you both knew this fact, so maybe that’s why Alastor was letting it draw on for so long. He himself didn’t understand why he enjoyed the feeling.
“Thank you,” you started slowly, afraid to break the silence. You worried that calling attention back to reality would make Alastor shove you away and walk you home like nothing happened. When he made to move to do so, you continued. “For… saving me. I really appreciate it.”
“I couldn’t leave you in the hands of that pompous Overlord,” Alastor responded matter-of-factly. Though, you did notice the sudden lack of radio ambience in his voice. You bit back the thought of making any sort of joke about him actually caring about you—now was definitely an extremely inappropriate time for that. Maybe later.
You pulled away from the embrace slightly, making eye contact with the radio demon, your faces inches apart. You saw something in those red eyes that looked back at you, a spark of some desire that you wouldn’t dare name in front of him. You would be lying if you didn’t feel the same, too.
When had you fallen for this guy? This overimposing jerk that manipulated you into selling your soul to him to throw you around like a doll? And why? Maybe him actually pulling his weight in your deal helped you finally realize your unknown attachment to him.
In your thoughts, you failed to realize how the proximity of your faces had gotten smaller and smaller, and you were only jerked back to the present when you felt the lightest touch of his lips against yours. In shock, you had opened your eyes, but quickly closed them when you realized what was happening.
What felt like ages was really only a couple seconds, which was the capacity Alastor could handle. He pulled himself away, and you didn’t fail to see the hue of red that heated his face, though it was light. He cleared his throat and pressed his lips into a thin line, before he composed himself into his usual happy smile.
“A siren, I see!” He joked, trying to play himself cool as he looked down at his chest to fix his bowtie. “That wasn’t part of our deal.”
You flashed him a coy grin, unwrapping yourself from the hug and struggling to your feet. He gingerly held your hand in his so you wouldn’t fall, and let you lean against him. Falling from that wire grabbing you had evidently caused your ankle to sprain, and you were just now realizing after the adrenaline had left your system. You looked up at him playfully.
part i part ii
“Surely contracts can be changed.”
Alastor hummed in response, looking forward to not meet your eyes. That wasn’t a no, though.
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‘General Venture dating headcanons!
Authors note; literally wrote all of this during my genocide and holocaust studies class.… I’m going to hell…Also guys idk whether to use “y/n” or not like I can’t help but cringe… is it corny or no gah idk ALSO AUGHHH IM SUCH A LIAR im literally so behind on all my assignments!!!! And I still have requests to do whatever whatever enjoy!!!
They’re very secure as a person (and they trust you lots!) so I don’t think they’d get easily jealous but when they are they're sneaky with it, they’d be the type to like sabotage lolol
“Do you think I have a chance?”
“Oh with (____) ? Yea sure but just so y’know they were only recently discharged from the psyche ward…”
“Oh…”
“Yea… doctors said they’d never be the same ..… poor thing…..
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They’re actually just the sweetest most understanding s/o ever like genuinely let them know all your of worries, share all your burdens, they happily will!!
Will DIE if they ever made you upset. Like would start genuinely tweaking and going crazy. Will buy every gift and write so many letters apologizing for whatever they’d done until you’re happy again
Even worse if they make you mad like omg ESPECIALLY IF UR GIVING THEM THE SILENT TREATMENT
do be expecting them outside your window with a boombox on their head playing some old romantic Spanish saop opera song
They seem like the type who can’t cook for shit (I’m projecting here) BUT they will try just for you! They’ll attempt to cook your favorite foods… please lie to them!!
Absolutely loves to spoil / do things for you but if you do the same they freak out, lots of ‘You shouldn’t have!’s and ‘Shuckssss teehehehe’
Of COURSEEE gifts you lots of pretty rocks!!! Constantly. Your house might have a random rock in every corner but hey what can you do? what’s that? Refuse to take it? Yea if you want them to die!!!! You might as well have just ripped their heart out! just say you hate them and never wanna see them ever again!!!
Speaking of… lots of dramatics. However they’re smart enough to know when to stop so it’s not to the point of being annoying or anything! They can’t help but be playful, it’s in their blood
Not only are they a terrible cook but they're a terrible driver as well, there's definitely a hidden drawer filled with all their tickets... somebody get them off the damn road!
Treats the drill like a pet lol, y'know those jokes about pitbulls named princess? That's for sure what's going on here. Yea it's a dangerously massive drill meant to effortlessly barrow through solid ground but it's also their little meowmeow so?? Their admiral turbo meowington? If you suggest they wash it from all the dirt and grime they'll pout and say something stupid like; "but but flufflestiltskin hates the bath"
That's all I can think of right now but I'm sure there's more cooking in the back of my head!! Hope you like it, this was rlly fun lolol (IM SO IN LOVE WITH THEM SOMEONE SEDATE ME.)
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Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [28]
chapter twenty-eight, act four: somebody else
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little Author's note /TW before this act begins. There's going to be alot of talk of drug use and addiction within the chapters coming, if you're not comfortable with these kinds of things please don't read.
May 1st 2015
Matty rubs his tired eyes slowly as he keeps blinking at the screen in front of him, George is passed out on the seat beside him, he’d moved three together to fit his body with his head in Matty’s lap. The singer occasionally freezes when the drummer stirs but carries on with work once he’s settled again.
Adam has gone since Carly’s visiting, they’re staying in a hotel not too far away and Ross has claimed the pull out sofa.
Tommie had disappeared a while ago, moaning about something that Claeb had done again as she talked on the phone with this new Phoebe he is yet to meet.
When she does return he doesn't realise it, he’s working on a song muttering to himself as he does.
“One verse isn’t good enough Matty, come on….”
He sighs, replaying it and she grabs the headphones quietly putting them on to listen to what he’s working on.
‘I'll quote ‘On the road’ like a twat
And wind my way out of the city
Finding a girl who is equally pretty won't be hard
Oh, I just had a change of heart’
She freezes, listening to the song slowly, head titlted in that way he usually finds adorable and then she scoffs.
The noise is what catches Matty’s attention and he turns quickly, eyes widening when he sees her standing behind him, “Baby-”
She shakes her head and starts walking out of the studio, he’s quick but careful as he moves George’s head, chasing her down the hallway.
“Baby, wait, Tom. Tommie!”
“What?”
“Wait, I need you- need your help.” He says stopping her, with a hand placed on her upper arm.
“That's it?”
He swallows then nods silently, “That’s it?” She asks the question again, hoping the change of tone, from annoyance to desperation, will open his eyes to the hurt she feels.
“Yeah, uh-”
“Is that song about me?”
“Tom-”
“Is it?” She asks, “It’s my words, Matty. I called you a twat, I- I said all those things to you Matty. ‘A Change of Heart’ are you fucking serious?”
“I was struggling to write,” He says, tongue peeking out to wet his lips, “I needed song inspiration, it was exciting.”
“Exciting.” The word tastes weird to her, like copper and cigarettes.
He steps back, maybe that wasn’t the right word. “I can’t take this.”
“Take what?”
She moves her hand around the gap between them, “This, this weird thing that's been going on. I… I miss us.”
“There was never an ‘us’, Tommie.”
“That’s not what-” She sighs and turns away as the lift dings at their level, “Not what I meant. And you know it.”
She moves her foot so the doors won't close, turning her body to him, “I miss what we were.”
“What was that?”
“Friends, bandmates, I’m not entirely sure. But we didn’t constantly disagree like this, we had movie nights, we talked, it wasn’t…weird.”
“Yeah, well that was ruined when you got a boyfriend.”
She scoffs, a violent sort of scoff he’s sure she never would’ve been able to do if she never smoked in the first place.
“No, it got ruined the day you decided to stick your tongue down my throat and say it meant nothing.”
She steps into the lift, hitting the button for the ground floor and he tries to step in but she stops him with one glance.
“I need you.”
“Don’t worry,” She tells him pettily as she lifts her chin, “Finding a girl who is equally pretty won’t be hard.”
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May 22nd 2015
Tommie had successfully avoided Matty for three weeks. In that time she’d recorded guitar pieces for new songs, altered lyrics Matty needed her help with and even done backing vocals for some tracks.
Thanks to George she was able to come into the studio whenever she pleased as the moment Matty would leave he’d send her a quick text.
During the three weeks she’d also helped Caleb get his own place out in LA, the pair had decided that instead of him moving into her house back home in Wales they’d rent out an apartment together in LA.
It’s a small flat, one bedroom big enough for the two of them just a few blocks away from where Phoebe lives. She didn’t tell him that when they were first looking, knowing he’d try to go a little further away from anyone that they knew for privacy.
“How long are you gonna be?”
“Not sure.”
“You’re never sure.”
She sighs, “Album making is a long process, not like you’d understand.”
He pauses, it's when she doesn’t hear the little rhythmic chops of the knife that she realises she said that out loud.
Neither say anything, she continues to gather her books and moves to the counter separating them, “Cal-”
“Text me when you’re on your way home.”
“I’ll see you later.” She moves to him, lips pouted ready to meet his but he turns away. Instead her lips meet his stubbled cheek and she breathes in to avoid another comment.
“Bye.” She mutters under her breath.
Closing the door behind her she walks out the flat and fifteen minutes through the LA streets to their rented studio.
Adam’s in the booth, George clicking away at buttons in his little ‘producer’ chair.
She sets off to the kitchen, making coffee and tea for the trio, that’s where Adam finds her, moving around and muttering to herself.
“Hey.”
“Coffee?”
“Tea please.”
She nods using his little ‘world’s best grandmother’ mug Matty had gotten him for his birthday last year for some unknown reason, adding in the tea bag, water, milk then his one sugar.
She makes her own tea and a coffee for George but before she grips both mugs to take them out to him Adam stops her, “What’s going on with you?”
“What?”
Adam sighs, placing his mug on the counter behind him, “You’ve been acting weird,” He tells her, “In your own head too much, what’s going on in there?”
She sighs, crossing and uncrossing her arms, tugging on the sleeves of her cardigan before shrugging, “I don’t know. I… I have no reason to feel this way.”
“Feel what way?”
She shrugs, “Like I’m in some kind of slump. I feel…” She trails off looking away from him but she sees him nod encouragingly in the corner of her eye, “I feel like I’m out of my body, I’m going about my life day to day, you know, but by the time I get home and sit down, can’t remember a thing, feel like I’ve walked around the world yet done nothing all at the same time.”
She shakes her head, “Then my riffs and solos aren’t good enough, and everything I’m suggesting is turning out shit, and when I take over for George I start ruining takes, and my vocals are getting shit cause I can’t go as high as Matty wants me to go, and the songs I’m writing, Jesus, the fucking songs are terrible, Adam, nothings good-”
“Hey woah-” His hands are on her shoulders, pushing her into the ground as if she had begun to lift into the air, “Everything you said there is a complete lie. Your solos are amazing, you’re literally the best guitarist I have ever met. Your suggestions are good, most of them have worked out-”
“Not all-”
He quickly continues on, ignoring her interruption completely, “George is grateful for the takeovers, no one else is offering to sit in the chair for hours when he plays drums over and over. Your vocals are great, and you can go high, you’re just pushing yourself to try and beat Matty which you don’t need to do, work as a team, not against each other. And I’ve only seen one of the songs you’ve written but If I Believe You was so beautifully written, it made me question whether or not to go get christened.”
She giggles at the last statement and he smiles at her, “You’re stressing, and I think Matty has something to do with it,” He approaches the subject softly, making sure to tread on the subject carefully, “Did you guys get into a fight?”
She nods, “Over what?”
“Uh… Ashley.”
“His girlfriend, why?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Okay,” He says gently, “When you do I’ll be here waiting to listen.”
“Adam?”
He pauses by the door before he can leave, mug once again cupped between both of his hands, “Hmm?”
“Thank you for being my mam.”
“Thanks for being my son.”
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May 26th 2015
It’s quiet, too quiet.
George hasn't uttered a word since she came in. To be fair he was passed out asleep for four hours as she moved around writing and recording her background vocals. But then he woke up, and now another three hours later he still has barely said anything besides a greeting.
Then she hears his chair creek, he slowly slides his headphones off and glances a few times over to her before sighing.
“Matty-”
“No.”
“Tommie.” George sighs, “He’s been asking about you.”
She shifts, then looks over at him again, “Like?” She prods.
“Like… how you’ve been and stuff.”
“And stuff?”
George nods, “He wants to go over some song lyrics with you.”
She sighs and runs her hands through her hair already knowing where this is going, “He’s on his way.”
“George…”
The door opens, George is standing and grabbing his hoodie to slide it on, “I’m going back to sleep.”
He heads over to the door separating their studio and break room, not wanting to leave in case she actually murders Matty. Something George is very confident Tommie (the one who forces him to have ‘True Crime Thursdays’ once a week) is capable of doing.
Matty pauses, as if not believing she would actually be there and then swallows slowly before moving over to her.
She doesn’t look at him, fiddling about with the production setup and tinkering with all the settings on Ross’ bass, something she knows the giant will get annoyed about tomorrow. But that's tomorrow's issue.
He tugs the chair he’s now sitting in closer to her, opening his mouth several times with nothing coming out besides the noise of his quiet gulp.
“Tom-”
“I don’t want to speak to you.”
He sighs, head bowing down, hair covering his face then looks up through his brows, “I know. So, let me speak.”
He shifts closer again and she leans back, staring forward into the recording booth and away from him.
“What I wrote… I understand that it upset you, using your words and- and saying those things-”
“Saying what, Matthew?” She says harshly, ignoring his little comment of ‘oh, guess you’re peaking to me’, “That I’m replaceable, average, that you can find someone prettier in seconds, do you-”
She stands and he leans further back, preparing himself for anything, a slap, a punch, a knife to the vocal cords, “I know I’m not the prettiest, I mean in school boys never even second glanced at me and Caleb was the first guy to even attempt to flirt with me. I was used to the funny stares and the worthless whispers of comp bullies… but coming from you? My best friend, the person who I thought loved me the most?”
“No, no,” He moves to catch her hand to stop her from turning away, “Please, Tommie, you know I think the world of you. Of your talent, the way you write, you're the most beautiful person I have ever set my eyes on, and the more I got to know you the more beautiful you became to me-”
“Matt-”
“Please listen, Tommie-”
“I-” He sighs and looks at the floor, “I wrote the song when you first got with Caleb, because I was jealous.”
“Jealous?”
“I-” He sighs, “I wasn’t the main guy in your life anymore-” She opens her mouth, ready to comment on the guys, but he beats her to it, “And I did that to myself, I was the one who pushed you away and I’m sorry for doing that but- the truth…”
He sighs and looks down at where his thumb is tracing her knuckles. He moves one of her rings, a small plain silver ring with some Arctic Monkey lyrics engraved into it, around her finger.
“The truth is I still adore you, Tommie, and nothing really matters anyway when you're around me.”
He moves his other hand to catch her left hand so he’s holding them both between them, placing one kiss upon each hand, “I think the world of you, and this song was a moment of weakness where I let my jealousy get the better of me and I’m sorry…”
He looks at her socked feet, a huge pair of green fuzzy socks which are way too big, pool around her ankles below her rolled up sweatpants.
He can see the edge of one of her tattoos peeking out from beneath the trousers. It's one of his favourites of hers, a simple frame the same size as her box tattoo, with an old vintage styling outline.
“Say the word and I’ll take the song off the album.”
She turns away from him, “Don’t just say-”
“I’m not just saying anything,” He promises, “I-” He sighs and hangs his head, long unruly hair covering his face from her, then he lifts it, flicking his head back to get it out of his eyes, “I’m sorry.”
She doesn't say anything, the frown stays on her face and she stares past his head at the mixing booth behind him.
“Tom?”
Nothing.
“Baby?”
“I broke up with Caleb.” She decides to say.
She’s not sure why she says it, but she does. It lips out, so she decides to add on, “A few weeks back,” His face drops, shoulders falling nd smile vanishing, “We were arguing a lot, and then I listened-”
He turns away. He knows, he knows what she listened to, and oh how he wishes he never met Ashley, or at least didn't meet her until after.
“George told me.” He tells her. “That you listened to it, and… about Caleb.”
“We’ve moved in together now.” She finds herself telling him, shutting down any suggestions she can see spinning round in his head through the glint in his eyes.
He nods, “Told me that too.”
“I broke up with Ashley.” He tells her then, when the silence stretches too long and her hands are covered by the sleeves of her hoodie. “This morning, on my way here.”
“Why?”
He shrugs. He knows why. It’s the same reason she broke up with Caleb.
This unspoken agreement between them that they do want to be together, in more ways than friendship. But they’re both too stubborn.
“It was a fling, maybe out of boredom, maybe loneliness, I knew it wouldn’t last, and so did she.”
“I’ve missed you.” He says then.
She steps back, “Please, don’t-”
“I have. I’m sorry, this whole-” He moves his hand around in the space between them then stands to match her height, “Thing- Can we- can we just, start again?”
“Start again?”
“From the beginning?”
“No,” She says, “I can forgive you, slowly, but I won’t forget. I can’t forget.”
He nods, then brushes his hand across her arm, past her elbow until his thumb rests in the middle of her box, “Tom, I just- I need you to know-”
There's a knock, then the door creaks open, Caleb stands there, bouquet of flowers in hand, hoodie and sunglasses on. Tommie doesn’t see what he’s wearing, but Matty does and he lets out a little puff of hair at the irony.
There’s no need for Caleb to disguise himself, no one knows who he is.
“Oh, hey, Matt-”
He lifts his head in a greeting and sits back down in George’s chair.
Tommie licks her lips, still staring at him but he's turned the chair and is moving around to set the booth up to record some more vocals for one of the new songs.
She stares at his side profile, ignoring the sound of her boyfriend’s steps as they get closer to her, “Babe?”
Matty licks his lips, doing that little tongue into his cheek thing that used to drive her nuts. Now she wants to punch him.
“Hmm?”
He smiles a little when she blinks, shaking her head to then focus on him, “You okay?”
She nods and smiles back at him, “Yeah, sorry, just in my own head trying to get these lyrics right.”
He nods, kissing her cheek, “Sure, you’ll figure it out, uh… can we talk? Outside?”
She casts one more glance at Matty, hoping he’ll fly from his chair, wrap his arms around her and beg her not to follow.
She wants him to get to his knees and hold her there, hold her there in the studio with him, tell her not to follow Caleb. Tell her to break up with him, to leave him, abandon him.
Because the truth is she’d still drop Caleb for him, he just needs to say the words.
He just needs to promise her he’ll get it right.
Matty doesn't move, he leans back in the chair staring at the microphone in front of him. Humming along to one of their tracks, Paris.
She nods and follows him outside, taking the flowers from him, “Look, I’m sorry about the last few weeks, I just-” He shakes his head pushing his hands into his pocket, “I think… maybe moving in has been a bit stressful since we’ve been trying to get the place sorted, and when you’re there I’m not, then when I’m there you’re not-'' He stops himself, “Point is, I think the reason we’re going back and forth all the time s because we never see each other.”
She nods in agreement, “I’m sorry, I-” She considers telling him the truth but then changes her mind, “I’ve just been taking the night shift to cover for George, he works himself too hard and I’m worried sometimes.”
The real thing she wants to say is Matty has the normal shift, the nine to five, day shifts, so she's taking the night shifts to avoid him. Stay out of his way. But if she tells Caleb that she will have to explain why. Tell him why they’re arguing, that they slept together, that she was going to break up with him.
“Let me make it up to you,” He says, “Show you I’m sorry, I mean, you were so patient as I made my EP-” She was on tour and barley around, she had no time for him not the other way around, “I’ll take you out to dinner, you pick the date, the time.”
She smiles, “I’ll take tomorrow night off, I think everyone wants a break, I’ll force them to leave the studio and do actual human things.”
He nods, “Tomorrow night, I’ll go over to the guy's place, and then I’ll come pick you up at 6, like the old days.”
“The old days.”
Four months ago.
Caleb smiles brushing her hair back over her shoulder, “We’ll go somewhere fancy, dress nice, you can do your hair.”
She frowns, but she doesn't comment.
“See you tomorrow then.”
He smiles, walking away from where she’s standing in the door frame.
Matty watches her, the way her hands are at her sides, thumb tapping along each finger, pointer middle, ring, pinkie, pinkie, ring, middle, pointer.
Her back is tense, shoulders slumped.
Button nudges his knee and looks over at her, Matty shakes his head as if the dog can understand and turns back to the song in front of him just as Tommie turns back into the room.
She swallows the rising lump of guilt and tugs her cotton t-shirt down a little before walking into the booth.
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June 3rd 2015
When Tommie wakes up that morning, bed cold and lonely, she doesn't expect to smell something sweet from the kitchen.
She rubs her eyes, wrapping herself up in a zip up and follows the smell and sound of humming down to the kitchen.
Only she doesn't find her boyfriend, apron on in his boxers like he usually is. No, he’s in New Jersey supporting one of his friends' bands who she’s never even heard of.
She finds Matty. Grey joggers, hair swept over one side of his head and one of their own band hoodies on.
Button is sitting on his feet, greedily waiting for food to drop on the floor as he makes what seems to be pancakes.
He turns to grab the butter he’d left on the counter and jumps, “Jesus Christ! You scared the shit out of me.”
“Me?” She asks in shock, “You broke into my house.”
“To make you breakfast.” He grins pointing the spatula at the pan.
She raises a brow, wrapping her arms around herself as she moves slowly to the breakfast bar, it separates them from each other but it's a good enough spot she can still see him perfectly.
“What are you doing here?”
“It's your birthday.”
She shrugs, pulling the sleeves down to cover her hands, “And?”
“I never miss a birthday.”
He pushes a little bag towards her and she raises her eyebrows, but then he pushes it closer again and with a sigh she grabs the little string handles to pull it closer.
Inside is a little digital camera. Not just any camera. The exact same sony little red camera she had for her eleventh birthday when she went through a photography phase.
She remembers saying something to him, about six months or so back-
‘If I could do another book I’d do one like Alexa Chung, put my old photos in it, maybe take some new ones.’
“Matt…”
“I bought it ages ago, saw it in a shop in London back in like…” He thinks for a second, “December maybe, so…”
She frowns as she looks across the counter to him, “Matt…”
“Look, I just- I’m sorry, alright. I don’t exactly know what for anymore, I just know I am. I must’ve fucked up if youre not talking to me and I just want us to be us-”
She cuts him off as she pulls him across the counter top to wrap her arms around him, holding herself to him, “Thank you.”
She sniffs, eyes glancing to the stove, “You’re burning the pancakes.”
“Shit!”
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Wednesday x reader - lonely
reader in a band, and having a small concert in town and everyone shows up to support them, and Wednesday is actually enjoyinh it because it is her type of music (kinda inspired by hex girls from scoobydoo or whatever) - Anon💜
Downing the water in your hand, you looked over at the crowd and smiled to yourself. You loved the fact that the two communities had come out to help raise money for charity.
“It’s going well Huh?” Maya smiled.
You nodded your head and carried on scanning the crowd.
“She’s not here (Y/N), we’ve already looked.” Tyler sighed.
“Can’t say I’m surprised…” you mumbled.
She never did really care about anything you were doing, she never showed any sort of interest, just brushed it all off.
You looked at the guitar in your hand and passed it back to Daniel.
“Are we done?” He asked.
“No, you know that song we’ve been rehearsing? I want to play that? It seems like a good time to release it if you guys are ready?”
They all shared a look, mumbling among themselves before they finally nodded.
“Let’s do it!” Maya grinned.
She announced there would be a final song, it was unrealised and you would be sharing it with them all tonight.
Looking down at the students of Nevermore, you beamed brightly at your friends and teachers as you slowly took a deep breath.
The music started up first.
And that’s what caught her attention from the spot she was sat at behind a tree.
It was different from the energetic music that had been playing all night.
Turning to the hand next to her, Wednesday furrowed her brows a little.
“New song?” She asked.
Thing signed back, saying he thought so.
And she listened carefully, you voice was soft, gentle. Yet she could hear the raw emotions in the very first lines.
Headed back home
Boarding the plane
Like an old ghost thought I heard your name
And my heart stopped, skipped a beat for one second
Turned around, but who was I kidding?
Just a sweet girl
Was she here to save me?
Will I finally get to move on, maybe?
Quick drinks so that I can move closer
Ask her name, hoping for closure
You closed your eyes, memories of you and Wednesday flooding through your head.
So this is what it's like to be lonely?
Spending every minute thinking 'bout you
But looking for somebody else to hold me
Only hoping they will know me like you do
Get out of my mind for a moment
You took my heart and marked it like a tattoo
They say that time will heal like a potion
But time has only got me missing more of you, of you
(Lonely, lonely)
Wednesday closed here eyes and listened carefully to the words.
She understood now why she hadn’t heard the song.
It's been a few months
And not much has changed
Still check my phone to see if your name's on it
Drive past the places we used to go
Our song keeps spinning on the radio
And I know I sound a little cliché, but I
I never thought the things could change
So please, don't forget me when the summer fades
All the while, I'll be trying to replace your face
Wednesday got up and stepped around the tree, pulling her bag closer to her shoulder as she looked up at you.
It was hard to see you from the back, but she could. You had your eyes closed, and everything you were feeling in that moment was pouring out.
And she felt bad.
So this is what it's like to be lonely?
Spending every minute thinking 'bout you
But looking for somebody else to hold me
Only hoping they will know me like you do
Get out of my mind for a moment
You took my heart and marked it like a tattoo
They say that time will heal like a potion
But time has only got me missing more of you, of you
(Lonely, lonely)
(This is what it's like to be, this is what it's like to be)
(Lonely, lonely)
(This is what it's like to be lonely)
You finally opened your eyes, and somehow your gaze landed straight on her.
You both held a silent staring competition as you sang your heart out.
All I want is for you to know
That I'm sorry for all the things I didn't didn't do
All I want is for you to know
That I'm sorry for all the things I didn't didn't do
If I call you up in the middle of the night
If I send you a text asking, "How is your life?"
It's just me checking in insecure
Wondering if I exist anymore
If I say something and I started a fight
Between you and yours, yeah I'll act so surprised
Surprised, surprised
I'll need a little time
So this is what it's like to be lonely?
Spending every minute thinking 'bout you
But looking for somebody else to hold me
Only hoping they will know me like you do
Get out of my mind for a moment
You took my heart and marked it like a tattoo
They say that time will heal like a potion
But time has only got me missing more of you, of you
(Lonely, lonely, lonely)
(Lonely, lonely, this is what it's like to be lonely)
(Lonely, this is what it's like to be lonely)
As the song drew to a close, you watched in sadness as Wednesday turned around and left.
Taking a deep breath, you plastered a smile on your face and turned to the crowd.
“Thank you all for coming tonight, now we’ll open the karaoke part of the evening so feel free to jump in!” You cheered.
Everyone cheered and clapped as they went to get food and music blasted through the speakers.
Heading behind the curtain, you ran a hand through your hair.
“She really did come.” Tyler said.
You nodded.
“Sorry (Y/N).” Maya smiled sadly.
You gave a sad smile and shrugged, heading back to the trailer to sit down for a few minutes.
Walking in, you flicked the light on and nearly screamed.
Your heart flew to your chest as you stared at the couch.
“Wednesday what the hell?!” You hissed.
“I knew you’d come back here, and you scared easily.”
Rolling your eyes, you walked over and sat opposite her.
It was silent for a few minutes before you finally spoke.
“I didn’t think you’d come…”
Wednesday didn’t say anything, and you sighed to yourself.
“Come back.” She suddenly said.
“What?”
Wednesday got up and knelt in front of you, resting her arms on your legs.
“Come back to Nevermore. It is rather boring without your annoying music, and without you bursting through my door every day.”
You looked at her, giving her a little smile.
“Awe, missing me?”
You weren’t expecting a response.
“Yes.”
Your smile fell as Wednesday slowly stood up, her hands on either side of your head resting on the couch.
She leaned forward and you leant backwards.
“I miss you okay? It’s absolutely disgusting and I am ashamed to admit such things, but I miss you.”
You sighed, looking up into her eyes.
“I.. I need time…”
Wednesday slowly nodding her head as she stepped away from you.
“I understand.”
With that she left and you broke down into tears.
You wanted her back, but you needed to think about if it’s what was best for you and her.
The break up was messy, and you didn’t know if you could go through something like that again, but you loved her, but you had to think about it.
While you were sitting there your phone chimed, and you picked it up.
Wednesday: by the way, your song didn’t make me want to cut my own ears off.
You laughed softly, rolling your eyes as you set your phone back down. You closed your eyes with a smile, at least you saw her again
#Wednesday#wednesday x y/n#wednesday x reader#Wednesday x you#Wednesday imagine#Wednesday Addams#Wednesday Addams x reader#Wednesday Addams x you#Wednesday Addams imagine
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How to be a Heartbreaker
Another commission!
Masterlist
They asked for a fic of Warrior based on the song “How to be a Heartbreaker”. I’m assuming they got the idea by listening to his playlist. :D
Content under the cut!
Rule number one. You gotta have fun.
“I’ll take three healing potions and your name please.” Warrior smirks and leans on the counter with his arms crossed. He raises an eyebrow and tilts his head charmingly.
The young woman behind the counter flushes and giggles. She reaches down and gets what he’s asking for. “My name is Delilah. And that would be 67 rupees please.”
“Delilah.” He leans back and takes a breath. “What a pretty name for a pretty lady.”
You snort and roll your eyes at his antics. Warrior drops the money onto the counter without a second thought. “May our paths meet again on the summer’s bloom on the eve of morrow.”
She sighs dreamily and waves him off. “Don’t get too hurt, handsome.”
Warrior winks and you scoff.
Together, you leave the small shop and Warrior hands you two of the three potions he just bought. “You’ll need those.”
“Enjoy yourself back there?” You try to keep the venom out of your tone, taking the potions into your pouch without questioning it. “She seemed to fall for your charms just as anyone else you seem to set your sights on.”
Warrior chuckles and pockets the remaining potion, happy to see that you took the other two. “It’s all harmless. It makes people feel good for a moment. I don’t think I’ll ever come back here anyway.”
“So you’re free of consequences then?” You raise your eyebrows and frown at him.
“Well I never said that.” Warrior shrugs. “But a lot of people come and go. She won’t remember me even a week from now.”
You scoff but don’t dignify that with a response. Warrior takes your reaction in stride and walks on. He’s happy that you came with him even if you’re exasperated by his antics. (Even if they get him better deals. But he won’t tell you that.)
Rule number two. Don’t get attached to somebody you could lose.
Warrior purchases the next item. Some medical bandages that he couldn’t bargain for a cheaper price. He turns and sees you get closer to the clerk next door. Your hand touches his arm and you flutter your eyelashes. The clerk smiles in his greasy way and tucks a bit of hair behind your ear.
You make a trade and wave to him with a light fluttering of your fingers, your bag of good in hand.
Warrior bites his tongue hard and waits for you to catch up with him. He can’t help the way he feels angry and gross and wants to tear you away from the other man. You walk up to him with a pleased and bright smile, shaking the bag of goods in front of you.
“Got it!” You cheer.
Warrior smiles sharply. “Good. Have fun?”
You pause. “...What do you mean by that?”
Warrior instantly feels a twinge of regret and can feel a slight argument looming around the corner. “Nothing.” He answers smartly. “I just wanted to know.”
You seem to see right through his words and put your hands on your hips. You walk past him, hip checking him for good measure. “I did. Thank you for asking.”
Warrior can feel the way his nails dig into his skin, even through the fabric. He has to bite the inside of his cheek. “Good. I’m glad.”
Rule number three. Wear your heart on your cheek. But never on your sleeve, unless you want to taste defeat.
Warrior smiles softly as you walk and play with Wind and Wild. You’re laughing and it’s nice and pleasant and- Warrior jumps when something smacks into his shoulder. Twilight leans over and hits his head for good measure. “You’re staring.”
Warrior coughs and smacks him back for the hell of it. “I was not.”
“You’re lucky they haven’t caught on to your little… infatuation.” Twilight bumps his shoulder and sits down next to the Captain. “Are you ever going to let them know or merely yearn from a distance?”
Warrior clears his throat and turns to glare at the other hero. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. You’re just seeing things.”
Twilight deadpans, staring unamused at the soldier that sits next to him. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, letting the look do all the talking for him. Warrior actually loses a bit of his bravado and flustrers. To his credit, he tries to meet Twilight head on and deny everything with a stare of his own. But he doesn’t think he’s actually going to win this battle.
Warrior looks away.
Twilight can’t help the little smirk that lands on his face at the sight of the Captain backing down without a more dramatic fight. “It’s not as bad as you think.”
“Really?” Warrior looks up through his lashes. He looks and feels pitiful. “Do you really think so? It can’t be that bad as you’re trying to tell me.”
Twilight tilts his head, thinking about it. “Well… yes and no. It’s obvious for most of us at this point but for them and like… two other ones? No. They just think that you’re a bit crazy is all. You’re lucky.”
“You call me lucky.” Warrior sighs. “And yet I can’t get over myself and either take it seriously and make a move or just cut it down and let it die. I’m not man enough to do either.”
Twilight sighs and shakes his head. “I don’t think that’s the answer for this. But who am I to tell you what to do?”
Warrior looks back to where you are. You’re laughing again for whatever reason but this time you turn to see him. Warrior sits up and waves to you with the same dumb smile that he’s had prior. You grin and wave back.
Warrior thinks he can deal with it, if it stays this way at least.
Twilight watches and gets up again, saluting to you and wishing you luck. Warrior can be quite stupid when he doesn’t even know it.
Rule number four. You have to look pure. Kiss them goodbye at the door and leave them wanting more.
You’re being followed, very much in a location where you shouldn’t even be in to begin with. They soon begin to give chase and you shove Warrior into a cramped closet to get them off of your tail.
Warrior knows that nothing is happening. Between you two, he means.
He can feel the way your body presses against his in the small alcove. Your dips and curves are all amplified in the close proximity. It’s hard for him to keep his head on straight and then you make even closer contact when you step inward. Warrior’s is almost certain you can feel the way his heart pounds against its cage.
The thought is strengthened when you look up at him and smirk. “Nervous, Captain?”
Yes, very much so. Warrior coughs quietly to not give away your position. “What gave you that idea?”
You grin and lean up to his face. Warrior eyes dart away, not daring to make contact with your own and he gives himself away.
You giggle. “I didn’t think the ever famous flirt would be nervous for this, of all things.”
“I’m not that bad.” Warrior pouts.
“Sure.” You agree easily. “Heartbreaker.”
Warrior frowns and looks away. “Do you really think that way about me?”
“I think a lot of things about you.”
Warrior blinks and looks back at you. There’s a certain look on your face… and he’s not entirely sure what it means. You’ve never looked at him like that before. He’s almost certain that he’s seen it before on other people and that’s when he knew to leave the situation. But he’s not exactly at liberty to do that right now.
He’s entirely sure if he wants to.
You seem to take exquisite delight in the way he nearly squirms under your gaze. Warrior coughs and bite his lip. He tries his best to fix his face and posture, trying to retake control of the situation. “Do I dare ask what your thoughts are?”
“Nothing to say right here.” You reach up and twirl a bit of his hair between your fingers. You smile innocently at him and Warrior feels as if he’s been thrown for a loop.
“You’re dangerous.” Warrior blurts before he even knows how to register the words that are coming out of his mouth.
You grin in your devilishly gorgeous way. And it steals his breath away.
“You don’t need to state the obvious, Captain.” You wink and pat his cheek gently. A beat passes and you finally step away from him. “I think the coast is clear now. Let’s go.”
And you leave.
Warrior is left scrambling for his thoughts. Within seconds, he’s left scrambling after you when he sees that you’re not going to bother to wait for him. “Wait-... Wait!”
You don’t wait.
Somewhere, within his heart, Warrior knows that he wouldn’t change this for the world.
#linkeduniverse#linked universe#linked universe x reader#lu warrior#warrior x reader#hyrule warriors#link x reader
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DIABOLIK LOVERS VERSUS SONG Bloody Night Vol.Ⅳ Mini Drama “Reiji VS Kanato”
Original title: 録り下ろしミニドラマ「レイジＶＳカナト」
Source: Diabolik Lovers VERSUS SONG Bloody Night Vol. IV Mini Drama
Audio: Here
Seiyuu: Katsuyuki Konishi & Kaji Yuki
Translator’s note: Reiji and Kanato are a...fascinating combination to say for sure. They were paired for the very first VERSUS CDs as well though, so it isn’t exactly new either. I remember back then it revealed how Reiji could be much more intense than his initial calm demeanor leads to believe, but after HDB, they decided to kind of get rid of this ‘wild’ side of him for some reason. Although in this case, it might be for the best because Kanato already brings more than enough chaos to the table.
*Rustle rustle*
Kanato: …Going to bed already?
You seem startled.
Kanato: Fufu~ What’s the matter? …I was so nice to come all the way to your room. So shouldn’t you be a little happier? ーー That being said, I feel as if your scent is stronger than usual. …Hey. Did somebody suck your blood?
You shake your head.
Kanato: Hmー I see…But I can’t trust your words. So how about we do this…?
*RIIIIIP*
Kanato: Come on, show me your arm.
You hesitate.
Kanato: Hurry up, please. Come on…!
*Rustle rustle*
Kanato: Fufufu…I’m going to tie you up nice and tight with the sheets like this. Aren’t you glad? Besides…
*Rustle*
Kanato: If I tie your other arm to mine, you won’t be able to leave my side anymore. I’ll get to hog your blood all to myself.
You wriggle around.
Kanato: No point in trying to run. You are far too weak to untie yourself. I made sure to make a tight knot. Well then, I suppose I shall indulge in your blood right away. Haah…I’m terribly parched, you see.
*Thud*
Kanato: You’re happy, aren’t you? You get to savor my fangs after all. I’ll mark you all over. …Now where to start? From the neck, per usual? Or perhaps I should go for the shoulder or your lower back instead? …But I suppose I’ll start off with the neck after all. Fufufu…Such beautiful, fair skin…Looks scrumptious.
*Rustle rustle*
Kanato: Don’t move, please. How am I supposed to suck your blood like this!? You truly are a natural at ruining my mood, aren’t you? Are you perhaps doing it on purpose?
You shake your head.
Kanato: If not, then why? Ah, I get it. You cannot help but react out of sheer job, can you? However, I can’t suck your blood very well like that. Fufu…Fufufu…I just had a genius idea! I can simply tie down your ankles as well!
*RIIIIIP*
Kanato: By fixing them to the bed like this…Heh. Now you can thrash about all you want and it won’t be an issue. …Hm? You’ve got tears pooling in the corners of your eyes? Have you grown scared of me, perhaps? Please rest assured. I won’t do anything else as long as you don’t attempt to run.
Of course, I won’t deny that it seems very fascinating to witness you scream in pain as your skin turns deep crimson.
You wriggle around.
*Rustle rustle*
Kanato: Fufu…Are you sure you should be doing this? If you keep at it, I might just do something truly horrible to you. Or do you enjoy the pain, perhaps?
You stop moving.
Kanato: Hm. Seems like you finally understood. I wonder how many times I need to repeat myself until it gets through to you?
Kanato bites you.
Kanato: Mmh…Nn…
*Sluuuuurp*
*Gulp*
Kanato: …Ah. Just as I thought, your blood is truly first-rate.
*Sluuuuurp*
Kanato: Hah…
*Sluuuuurp*
*Gulp gulp*
Kanato: Haah…I’ll suck you till you almost reach your limit, okay?
*Sluuuuurp*
*Gulp*
*Sluuuuurp*
Kanato: …Mm~ You can’t help but wriggle around from the pleasure? You truly are a hopeless girl, aren’t you? I’ll give you even more. Fufu…You must be so happy to get rewarded by me, huh?
*Sluuuuurp*
Kanato: Nn…
*Sluuuuurp*
*Gulp*
*Sluuuuurp*
Kanato: Mmh…
*Gulp*
Kanato: …Ah~ It’s so sweet, I can’t stop. Now where to suck from next? I’d like it to hurt as much as possible, but the blood also needs to be tasty. …In that case, I believe this spot might be ideal.
Your eyes widen in horror.
Kanato: Fufu…Fufufu…Look at how swollen and bright red your skin is over here, I’m sure there’s lots of blood gathered underneath. I mean, the fabric of the sheets has been rubbing across it with each and every one of your movements.
*Rustle*
Kanato: The way your heart is beating loudly sounds as if it’s begging me to hurry up and bite down…Aah~ I doubt I’ll be able to hold back. When I imagine the sweetness of your blood flowing underneath this skin, I can barely contain myself. Haah…
He bites you again.
*Sluuuuurp*
*Gulp gulp gulp*
Kanato: …Hah! It’s much richer than before…!
*Gulp gulp*
*Sluuuuurp*
*Gulp*
*Rustle rustle*
Kanato: …Hah. …Haah? Oh shut up, will you? All you need to do is continue to offer me your blood until I’m satisfied. I want much, much more! I haven’t had enough at all. Now then, more…
*Sluuuuurp*
*Gulp gulp*
*Sluuuuurp*
*Gulp*
Kanato: Hah…
*Sluuuuurp*
*TIMESKIP*
*Dingーdongー Dingー dongー*
Kanato: Zz…Zz…
Reiji: Kanato. Wake up.
You wake up.
*Rustle rustle*
Reiji: Oh dear. You woke up instead. Kanato is…
Kanato: Zz…
Reiji: …still sound asleep, it seems.
You ask Reiji what has brought him here.
Reiji: Why I came here, you ask? Because I was looking for Kanato. Apparently he broke some school equipment and did not inform anyone about it. I was asked by one of the teachers to give him a warning in their place.
Since I could not find him in his own room nor the living room, I thought that perhaps he had gone on one of his rare trips outside, but then I picked up on the scent of your blood coming from here.
…Kanato sucked your blood throughout the whole night, did he not? How do you explain that?
You shake your head.
Reiji: Denying it now? Fufu…Seems like you underestimate me quite a bit. No point in trying to make up excuses. Did you truly think I would not notice the scent of your blood filling this entire room?
*Rustle rustle*
Reiji: You are tied to the bed on top of that…Good grief. Kanato has some deplorable tastes. Keep still, understood?
You thank him.
Reiji: …Hah. I did not untie you to do you a favor. I have been feeling uncomfortable ever since I entered this room. To think that I have warned you so many times about not letting anyone but me suck your blood…
*Rustle*
Reiji: These various bite marks left behind on your neck…They were all left behind by Kanato, were they not? Good grief…What a mess. Nothing but filthy marks of someone who indulged in blood out of sheer gluttony.
It would seem that you need to be punished severely. For seducing Kanato for your own pleasure, getting him as far as to suck your blood. You should be taught a lesson…by my fangs.
*Rustle*
Reiji: However…Sucking from the same spot he did would go against my personal policy.
*Rustle*
Reiji: I shall give your back a taste of my punishment instead. This part of you has been left unmarked after all.
*Rustle*
Reiji: Please keep silent. I cannot guarantee the situation taking a turn for the worst if Kanato were to wake up.
Reiji bites you.
*Gulp*
Reiji: Mm…
*Gulp*
Reiji: …Hah…
*Gulp*
Reiji: Hah…Are you sure? The more you wriggle around, the higher the chances that Kanato will wake up. …Or are you doing this on purpose, because you want to show off to him? I will not criticize you for having such preferences, but I have to say, it is something unexpected.
You whimper.
Reiji: This was meant to be a punishment but…Good grief. You truly are hopeless. …However, I suppose it does not feel bad. I shall make sure you get a thorough feeling of my fangs.
*Gulp gulp*
Reiji: Nn…
*Gulp gulp*
Reiji: …I believe I told you to keep quiet? Will you not listen to me?
You protest.
Reiji: Then bite down on some fabric. …Come on, look this way.
*Rustle*
Reiji: Hmph. How laughable. However, I can properly punish you now. I am still nowhere near done. We shall keep going until you realize who exactly you belong to. …However, the sight of someone else’s marks carved into your skin is truly upsetting. I suppose I have no other choice. …Excuse me for a second.
*Rustle*
Reiji: I shall suck from your shoulder. I should be able to let you experience a sharp pain that way.
You tense up.
Reiji: Are you frightened? However, I have to do this, otherwise you will never truly understand who you belong to, no?
*Rustle*
Reiji: I am sure Kanato will be surprised as well. I doubt he could have ever imagined I would be here sucking your blood while he’s sleeping right next to us. Well then…I shall thrust my fangs…even deeper this time.
*Gulp gulp*
Reiji: Mm…
*Gulp gulp*
Reiji: …Hah. Accept the pain. And by doing so, fill your mind with nothing but thoughts of me. Hahn…Mm…
*Rustle*
Reiji: A fine reaction. Well then, lose yourself in me even more…
*Gulp gulp*
Reiji: Mm…Nn…
*Rustle*
Kanato: What on earth are you two doing…!?
Reiji: Oh dear, so you have awoken. I am sucking her blood, as you can tell.
Kanato: I can see…! What I’m asking why you’re here getting ahead of me when I was looking forward to indulging in her blood first thing in the morning…!?
Reiji: Hah. That is simply how you feel about it, no? It has absolutely nothing to do with me.
Kanato: Don’t be ridiculous!! I am the only one who gets to do with her as I please! You’re in the way!
*Rustle*
Kanato: Hey, you feel the same way, don’t you? You think my fangs are a million times better than his, don’t you? Ah…You can’t speak because you’ve got a cloth in your mouth, come you? Let me remove it for you then.
*Rustle*
Kanato: Come on, hurry up and tell him. That I’m number one…and that he’s getting in our way!
You remain quiet.
Kanato: Hm…What’s wrong? Hey, why can’t you say it?
Reiji: Kanato…That is because she does not wish to have her blood sucked by you, don’t you think? She feels satisfied after I bit her. In other words, you are unnecessary.
Kanato: Haah…? What are you saying? That makes zero sense! She felt better than ever before when I sucked her blood!
Reiji: That applies for when I fed off her. I had no other choice but to have her bite down on fabric just to keep her quiet after all.
*Rustle*
Reiji: Isn’t that right? You want me…to suck your blood. Just like this…
*Gulp*
Reiji: Mm…
*Gulp gulp*
Kanato: …!! Reiji…!! What are you doing!?
Reiji: See? Your body is heating up already. Just as I thought, you simply cannot escape my fangs. That’s what this means, no? Ignore the onlookers. All you need to do is be there for me.
Kanato: Kuh…You won’t get away with this…UNFORGIVABLE!!
*Rustle*
Kanato: I am the only one who gets to have their way with you!
Kanato bites you as well.
*Gulp*
*Rustle rustle*
Kanato: Fufu…Fufufu…Such a loud scream. Guess I am the best after all. I’ll give you more and more…! I’ll make an exception today and grant all of your desires! Under normal circumstances, I’d be pressuring you for letting Reiji do with you as he pleases. …Say, where has he not bit you yet? Show me. I’ll leave plenty of my marks on you…So, okay?
*Rustle*
Reiji: Good grief…I wish you would not get distracted by other things. What you should be focusing on instead…are my fangs.
*Rustle*
Reiji: Anyone can tame you with pain…Kanato can, as well as myself, and the others too. ーー However, I am the only one capable of making you experience pleasure at the same time. The way I suck your blood…will make you my captive…Nn…
*Gulp gulp*
Reiji: Yes…Lose yourself in my fangs…just like that. I shall give you them plenty more.
*Rustle*
Reiji: Well then, once more…
*Gulp gulp*
Reiji: Mmh…Nn…
*Gulp*
Kanato: K-Kuh…!! H-How could you…I won’t forgive you!! Both of you are making a fool out of me!! …I can suck her blood however I want…! …Hey! I’m the only one you need, right?
*Sluuuurp*
Kanato: Nn…
*Sluuuurp*
Reiji: Heh. Seems like she isn’t enjoying that very much. I believe that sucking one’s blood thinking only of your own pleasure won’t be well received by the other party.
…Now then, accept only my fangs. You are mine after all. Nnh…Mmh…
*Gulp gulp*
Reiji: Nn…
Kanato: …She belongs to me.
*Sluuuurp*
*Gulp gulp*
Kanato: Look, she’s twitching. I’ll suck you even harder, okay?
*Sluuuurp*
Kanato: Hahn…
*Sluuuurp*
Reiji: You truly are a slave to your own desires…reacting to both of us like that. I suppose it cannot be helped. I believe I shall have to teach you just how great my fangs are all over again.
*Gulp*
Kanato: …Hah. You say the strangest things. Just by looking at her, it should be obvious that I have won this show-off. However…It might be nice to see Reiji devastated by his defeat. Come on, show him how you lose yourself in me even more…Nn…
*Sluuuurp*
Kanato: Mmh…
*Sluuuurp*
*Gulp*
Reiji: I do not see why I would have to pay any mind to this nonsense, but I shall stay here with you until you fully understand. After all…I have plenty of time on my hands.
Well then, drop all the way down…to the dark depths of Hell. Hahn…
*Gulp*
Reiji: Mm…Nn…
*Gulp gulp*
*Rustle rustle*
Reiji: Nnh…
*Rustle rustle*
ーー THE END ー ー
#diabolik lovers#dialovers#reiji sakamaki#kanato sakamaki#diabolik lovers translation#diabolik lovers drama cd#drama cd
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Home Again - Bucky Barnes
Marvel Masterlist
Summary : Your husband Bucky gets called to war, leaving you and your son Michael behind but he promises you'll meet again, little did he know "again" meant "seventy-four years".
Warnings : starts in the 40's, angst, character's death, mention of Bucky's trauma, loss of father, mention of war, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.
Word count : 3.7k
French version
Song inspiration : We'll Meet Again by Vera Lynn
Your back against Bucky’s torso, you’re both comfortably settled on your couch. You’re holding his left hand against your chest and you’re softly stroking his wedding ring on his finger. Sometimes, Bucky brings both of your hands to his mouth to kiss yours. In his other hand, he’s holding The Hobbit while he’s reading out loud. As it often happens when your child Michael, who is one year old, is napping, you and Bucky make the most of this moment of silence to lay down and read. Even if you change books from time to time, you often re-read Tolkien’s work. Bucky is the one who introduced it to you so it’s kind of become your book. Bucky keeps reading, lulling you delicately with his voice, as usual. A light breeze coming from the open window of your living room comes your way to sweep away the summer heat. Somebody knocking on the door interrupts Bucky in the middle of a sentence. He markes the page then closes the book and you tell him you’re going to check who it is. You leave Bucky’s arm, peck his lips and walk to the front door. When you open it, you find a man with an army uniform. You instantly understand what news he is going to break to you.
“My respects, Mrs.Barnes,” he greets you with a nod, “is Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes here ?”
“Yes, he is.” you inform, “Buck, can you please come here, honey ?” you call your husband.
You hear Bucky putting down the book on the couch and walking to you. Once he’s next to you, you step aside to allow him to see the man. As soon as he notices it’s someone from the army, Bucky gives a salute before listening to the information. You watch the interaction, even though you feel like you’re not here mentally. The conversation doesn’t seem to reach your ears, except for one sentence ‘you’re leaving tomorrow.’. These last words keep echoing inside your head as you realise in a few hours, Bucky won't be by yours and your son’s side anymore until an indeterminate day - if he comes back home safely. As soon as you see Bucky salutes again, you quickly say goodbye to the commanding officer whilst Bucky closes the door. Once you’re alone again, there’s a heavy silence. Bucky analyses your face, trying to understand your thoughts coming thick and fast. He’s about to say something to you when Michael’s cries take you out of your trance.
“I’m gonna go check on him. You should get ready, you’re supposed to meet Steve soon.”
“Hey, sweetheart,” he calls you with a soft voice, taking your hand, “you know everything will be alright for me, right ?”
“I don’t have any doubt about it.” you smile, stroking his left cheek and kissing his right.
You break the embrace and go upstairs to see your son. You find him crying because he’s lost his teddy bear, you take Michael in your arms before grabbing his bear and giving it back to him as you try to soothe him. Rocking him slowly, you set your gaze on his face and you scrutinise his traits which are so close to Bucky’s and you feel tears forming in your eyes, in spite of yourself. You knew it was only a matter of time before Bucky would be called to go to war, you were just hoping you’ll get more time before his departure. You’re holding your tears back, not wanting Bucky to find your puffy eyes. You have to stay strong for him until the next day, when he’ll be gone. He’s the one going to war, you can’t be the one crying. Yet, you can’t help it. The fear of losing Bucky to the war increased the moment you opened the door.
For Bucky’s last night, you spend it at the Stark Expo with Steve and Michael. You make the best out of this last moment together. Bucky is starry-eyed as he watches the several inventions while you try to memorise Bucky being happy. God only knows how you’re going to have him back at the end of the war. You look at him interacting with your son, the moments warming your heart, especially when Michael giggles because of Bucky’s antics.
However, this moment has quickly become an old memory as soon as, with Bucky and Michael, you’re on the dock, waiting for the moment he’ll officially have to leave you. The beginning of the summer morning makes this day a bit less insufferable. The bright sun seems to want to give you a bit of hope for Bucky’s future. However, the sun can be luminous, it doesn’t erase your anxiety. Even the sight of Bucky holding your son in his arms, enjoying this last instant with him, doesn’t help to reduce your fear. Bucky keeps talking to you, hoping to take your mind off things. Even if you do your best to hide your emotions since the announcement of his departure, Bucky can see the sadness in your eyes. Notwithstanding, if he had to be honest, by doing this, it allows him not to think of the horrors of the war he’ll witness. He tries to look contented in front of you, but deep down, he’s scared of not coming back, leaving you a widow and your son without a father.
When the soldiers are officially called, you take Michael in your arms and Bucky grabs his bag. You don’t look at Bucky in the eyes, worried you’ll break down in front of him. He puts his fingers under your chin to lift your head up.
“Everything will be okay, sweetheart. I’ll be back before you know it.” he assures you with a comforting smile.
“Bucky, we don’t know if…”
You leave your sentence up in the air, not daring to express out loud the possibility of losing Bucky whilst your eyes get teary.
“Hey, we’ll meet again. I don’t know when, but I know we’ll meet again because I’ll always come back to you and to him.”, Bucky affirms, putting his right hand on your cheek and his left one on Michael’s. “You’ll see, it’ll be a sunny day like this one and we’ll make up for the lost time. I’ll come back home, no matter how long it might take. I promise. Everything will be alright for me.”
“Still, be careful. I want you back in one piece.” you state with a sad smile.
“You know me, I’m always careful.”, Bucky reminds you, kissing your left hand on your wedding ring. “Take care of yourselves.”
“As always.”
Bucky and you keep looking each other in the eyes until you hear a voice claiming it’s the last call before the departure, interrupting your moment.
“I need to go. I love you both.”
“Lobe you, dada.” Micahel tries to say.
“I love you, too, Mikey.” Bucky answers him, kissing his cheek, “Dada will be home soon. Be good to mommy. I’ll write to you both every day.” he promises.
“You better or I’ll do like Steve and do everything to enlist.” you affirm, making Bucky chuckle.
“This punk has a bad influence on you.”
“He’s your best friend. You have only yourself to blame.” you joke before having a serious expression on your face. “I love you, James.”
You don’t use Bucky’s name often, only during serious situations. When he hears his name coming out of your lips, Bucky knows the real meaning behind your ‘I love you’ is : ‘be careful, I will wait for you, come back home to us, I love you.’
“I love you, too, Y/N.” he replies but he actually means ‘I'll do everything I can to come back to you, I won't leave you and Michael behind, I'll stay as safe as I can, I love you.’
Bucky kisses you one last time while he’s stroking Michael’s back. Once he breaks the kiss, he presses his lips again on your son’s cheek before leaving for good. You watch him go, your tears already flowing freely. You can’t hold them anymore. You keep your gaze on Bucky until he disappears on the ship. You stay on the dock until the ship leaves the port. When Bucky is officially away from you, you lower your eyes to Michael who’s looking at you with curious eyes, not understanding the situation. You stare at your son, the only part of Bucky who’s with you now, until the man you love comes home from war.
Seventy-four years later, you’re still staring at your son, only his face has become older since Bucky left, just like yours. By looking at Michael, you can have an idea of what Bucky could have looked like if war hadn’t stolen him from you. Bucky’s loss was the worst trial you ever went through. You still remember the scream of pain you made but also the sound of your heart breaking in your chest when you heard the news. Your son was three at that time so you had to handle the sorrow as best as you could to make sure Michael would have a happy and complete life, despite the absence of his father. You ensured Michael never forgot who Bucky was. You told him every story involving Bucky, and also Uncle Steve, in addition to placing every picture you have, like this he’d always remember Bucky’s face. If one asked Michael how you did as a mother, he’d say you did an exceptional job because, even if he has no memories, he feels like he really knows his father, thanks to you.
Once you became old, Michael took care of you, like you did with him your whole life. However, as he got older as well, it became harder and harder for Michael to look after you, but he didn’t want to leave you alone so he made sure you both are in the same retirement home. He even lives in the room next to you. By the time Steve got out of the ice, he made sure you both got the best home.
Currently, you’re in your room, decorated by the several memories you have including a picture of Bucky on your wedding day on your nightstand. Michael is sitting on the easy chair next to your bed while your granddaughter Allison is on your bed. The sunbeam is lighting up the room, warming it up just enough. Allison comes to visit you and Michael almost every day and from time to time, your great-granddaughter Claire does the same. Nevertheless, according to Allison, she doesn’t come visit you enough, to which you always tell her the same thing.
“Claire is twenty. She’s young, she’s right to go out. Besides, she calls us almost everyday. Let the kid live a little.”
“I know but she was supposed to come today.”
“She can always come tomorrow.” Michael assures her, making Allison sigh.
She’s about to add something when somebody knocks on the door. Before she can stand up, Michael goes to the door. He opens it and you hear someone say something, even if your old ears prevent you from understanding it. Michael doesn’t move for a second, as if he was in a state of shock. Not seeing who it is, you grow worried.
“Mikey, who is it ?”
As a simple answer, Michael steps aside with a wide eye gaze, allowing you to find Bucky still young, although he has grown his hair long and a beard, in front of you. You don’t dare to move, too afraid it’s still the same dream you’ve been doing for the past seventy-four years. When you realise your Bucky is really in front of you, you start to fidget. You try to take the cover off you and order Allison to help you get up, yet at your age, it’s almost mission impossible. Upon seeing you trying to act so quickly, Bucky runs to you, not wanting you to leave your bed, scared you’ll hurt yourself. As soon as he’s next to you, you don’t waste any second and throw yourself in his arms.
“You’re here. You’re home.” you murmur, crying.
“I told you I’d come back. On a sunny day, wasn’t it ?”
“I’ve missed you so much.”
“You too, you have no idea.”
“How is this even possible ? They told me you were dead ! And how can you still be so young ?” you question, cupping his head.
“You remember Steve’s story ?” he asks and you nod, “It’s more or less the same one.”
“I can’t believe it. Mikey, he’s home again !” you exclaim to your son who has teary eyes.
“I’m so happy to see you again, son.”
Bucky turns to Michael and looks at him with a sad smile. Too overwhelmed, Michael can’t utter a single word. He only takes Bucky in his arms while crying. You see Bucky tightening his grip, enjoying the feeling of his son who changed so much since the last time he saw him. After a few instants, Michael breaks the embrace but keeps his eyes on Bucky.
“Dad,” your son clears his throat and shows Allison, “this is my daughter, Allison.”
“We’re grandparents ?” Bucky enquiries, shocked.
“Great-grandparents even !” you answer with a smile, “You have a great-granddaughter called Claire.”
“I feel like I have a lot to catch up on.”
“We’ll be glad to tell you everything.” Michael reassures him, gently hitting Bucky’s right shoulder.
And that’s what you do. The whole day, the three of you explain to Bucky several family stories and answer all of his questions. Sometimes, you try to ask him some as well yet, he always changes the subject, which you quickly notice. Bucky is sitting next to you on the bed, both of your hands intertwined, even if his gloves prevent you from directly feeling them. His jacket still on his body stops you from seeing his arms as well. You don’t understand why Bucky seems to want to keep some distance. You make a mental note to ask him once you’ll be alone. He’s attentively listening to Michael telling him about Allison’s first Christmas whilst you look at Bucky with more attention. Albeit he looks like the Bucky who left for war, you notice the dark circles under his eyes and the absence of the small sparkle that used to be in his eyes. His face almost hasn’t aged. It’s almost imperceptible, but you’ve stared at Bucky’s old photos far too often so you find those small changes with one look.
When the night comes, Allison goes home after helping Michael to go back to his room. Bucky is still beside you. After begging the nurses for a few minutes, they agreed to let you eat in your room in addition to allowing Bucky with you for the night.
A peaceful silence is in the air while you’re looking at each other. Bucky scrutinises your face - he still thinks it’s beautiful, he’s happy he got the chance to see your face older, yet he’s sad he couldn’t see it ageing. He kisses your left ring finger on your wedding band, like he used to do, and you smile at his gesture. Bucky notices the ring is still the same ; and even if you had every right to get remarried, he’s glad to see you didn’t do it. As for you, you can’t help but be frustrated to not feel his fingers, he still hasn’t taken his gloves off, nor his jacket.
“Aren’t you hot ? You’ve been keeping these damn jacket and gloves all day.” you exclaim, annoyed.
“Are you trying to undress me ?”, Bucky laughs with a fake shocked face, “Come on, Y/N, a nurse could come here at any given moment !”
“Bucky,” you sigh, “you know what I meant. I haven’t seen you in seventy-four years, I’d like to touch your hands.”
Reluctantly, Bucky takes his right glove off and puts it in his jacket. He looks at his flesh hand before holding it out to you, trying to do a reassuring smile.
“And the other glove ?” you ask, arching an eyebrow.
“I… I’d rather keep it.”
“I’m old, not sick. You’re not gonna get any germ or something.” you joke, making Bucky smile.
“I know.” he says without adding anything else.
You take his right hand in yours, enjoying its calloused aspect. Bucky’s face turns into sadness whilst he slowly takes his hand out of yours and puts it on your cheek.
“I’m sorry I made you wait so long.”, Bucky whispers, “It wasn’t what I had planned.”
“We’re together again, it’s what matters.” you assure him with a genuine smile.
“Maybe, but I was afraid you’d be…”
Just like you when he had to go to war, he leaves his sentence up in the air, not daring to express the possibility of you being dead.
“Somehow, my body must have known you were still alive and waited for you to come back.”
“Probably.”
Bucky keeps stroking your cheek while you put your left hand on his, deepening the touch.
“Are you going to tell me the truth, now we’re alone ?” you ask him with a soft voice.
Knowing well what you’re talking about, Bucky tenses up, taking his hand away from your cheek whilst he instinctively hides his left hand in his jacket’s pocket.
“About what ?” he pretends to not understand.
“Bucky, I know you, despite all these years. And besides, the way you said you had ‘more or less’ the same story as Steve confirmed to me there's something you’re not telling me. What has happened to you during the war ? How can you still be so young and how could you survive that fall ?”
Realising his half-lie didn’t convince you is not a surprise to him. You knew him by heart before he went to war, of course you can still read him like an open book. At this instant, he even thinks you know him better than he does. This thought pinches his heart. He stays silent, not knowing what to answer when his eyes fall on a book on your nightstand.
“You still have it ?”
Upon hearing Bucky changing the subject, you roll your eyes whilst he grabs the harback, beside his picture. He opens your old copy of The Hobbit - now damaged because of the multiple times you’ve read it, and discovers annotations that weren’t there the last time he saw it. You never annotated the books you used to read together. Yet, after he left, you had started reading Tolkien’s book again and annotated every comment Bucky used to say while reading to have the impression you were still reading together. Bucky’s heart tightens in chest when he thinks of all the times you must have read The Hobbit as you tried to search for some comfort.
“I never go anywhere without it.” you inform, “You’re not going to tell me the truth, are you ?”
“Maybe one day.”
Bucky knows it’s not fair to you to hide from you what happened to him. You’ll discover the truth eventually, he must be the one telling his story, but he wants to do it some other time. He doesn't want his reunion with you to be spoiled. You’re so happy to have him again, he doesn’t want to break your heart by explaining to you that for seventy years he has been tortured and used as a weapon, along with losing every memory he had with you and Michael until Steve found him again. Bucky finally has a chance to be with you after all these years, he can’t ruin everything with his story. He had to go through terrible things before arriving at this specific moment, he has to make sure it’s a happy memory. Since Wakanda, he has a second chance and he isn’t planning on wasting it. No, you don’t need to know everything he went through or did. You don’t need to know how he can still be fragile mentally. He’s by your side again, it’s all that matters.
“Why don’t you come laying down next to me and read to me The Hobbit like we used to ?” you end up proposing.
“With pleasure, sweetheart.”
Bucky helps you to find a good position on your bed before joining you. Once you are both comfortably settled down, you try to take his left hand, but quickly, he takes the book with this hand and gives you his right one. You frown because of the way he acted. You were always holding his left hand when you were reading. You try to not to think too much about it and stroke his right hand whilst Bucky starts reading the first words out loud. As soon as you hear Bucky’s voice, you feel like you went back to a time where everything was alright, where you were young and far away from the horrors of the war in your little home in Brooklyn with Michael peacefully napping upstairs. You take a deep breath, Bucky’s smell filling your nostrils like before. For the first time in seventy-four years, you feel at home again. A peaceful smile takes place on your face.
Tired by the emotions of the day, you allow yourself to fall asleep softly while you keep listening to Bucky’s voice, your strokes on his hand becoming less and less regular. Thanks to his supersoldier hearing, Bucky feels your breath slowing down, telling him you’re falling into Morphe’s arms. Upon turning the page, Bucky kisses the crown of your head. He keeps reading, listening attentively to your heartbeat. He finishes reading the second chapter when he hears your pulse going weaker and weaker until it can’t be perceptible anymore. Confronted by the silence, Bucky stops his reading. He needs a few seconds before realising you just left him. Instantly, his eyes get teary. He puts the book down on your nightstand and sets his gaze on you. Delicately, his hands find their way to your face where he can see the ghost of a smile. Bucky starts crying as soon as he sees it, even if you passed away happy and serene by his side, he had promised to meet you again but also to make up for the lost time and one day is not enough.
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Them Changes
I’ve had massive brainrot for this song and well, this popped out
Pairing: scaramouche x gn!reader
Warnings: angst, song fic, no comfort, spoilers for his story, it’s just sad alright
Word count: 1.2K
Italics indicate the past, color is lyrics
The crowd inside the dingy bar murmurs, creating a full roar of sound as the band prepares their next song. The young man at the mic hastily wraps a hand around it and takes a deep breath.
“This is a song I recently wrote.” His eyes stay on the ground underneath him as his words echo softly in the air. “I didn’t think I’d ever experience this but, please enjoy.”
Soft purple eyes cue the drummer to come in with the soulful introduction. The crowd starts to bop and whoop along with the rhythm as soon as the bass and guitar come in soon after. His fingers fiddle and sweat over the keyboard in front of him, nerves suddenly hitting him. The singer breathes before singing the first line, thinking back to when he brought up the song and inspiration to the group.
“Scara, are you sure? This seems really, uh, personal.”
Scaramouche rolls his eyes and snatches the music away from usual lead singer and guitarist Childe, who giggles at the tsundere act. “I’m just saying, we can still play it.” The red head eyes the music a little longer and furrows his eyebrows. “This is pretty difficult and the harmonies are pretty intricate,” he comments. “You wanna do this at the next show?” He passes the music over to Kaeya, another guitarist and vocalist as he smirks at it.
“Of course I wanna do it. I don’t typically write but this just..came to me.”
The first words flow out of his mouth like butter and immediately entice the audience.
“Nobody move, there’s blood on the floor
“And I can’t find my heart”
Never in his life had he ever wanted to experience the pain of heartache. After thinking for years that he was a heartless robot, you had come along and completely turned his world upside down. Abandoned by everyone he cared for most in his life, Scaramouche didn’t think he would find someone like that again. That was until he met you. It was as if whatever was missing had been filled by your presence and he’d be damned if he let you go.
“Where did it go?
“Did I leave it in the cold?
“So please give it back,
“Cause it’s not yours to take”
“Hey Kuni?”
Lilac irises look up at you as the man in your arms kisses your neck. “Yeah?”
“I really do love you. I hope you know I’m not kidding.”
He pouts and snuggles closer into you, mumbling into your soft skin. “I’m sorry I didn’t quite catch that. You’re gonna have to speak up, dear.”
He grumbles at your giggle and captures your lips in a sweet kiss. “I said I love you too. Idiot.”
You smile at him and rub at his arm. “I’m not gonna leave, I promise. I have no intention of letting you go, okay?”
He squeezes your hand and rests his forehead against yours.
“Yeah yeah, you’re not allowed to.”
“It must’ve fell when I lost my mind
“Deep in the cut, drowning in its pain
“Somebody help, cause I can’t find my way
“Nobody move, nobody move”
His hands fly over and across the keyboard playing beautiful and complex arpeggios as he sings with his band mates. Eyes still shut from memories and getting lost in the moment, the sax coming in wakes him from his stupor. Slowly scanning the crowd, he finally spots you in the audience. The expression on your face is exactly what he wanted. He knows that you know this song is about you. A weird sense of pride overcomes him as a single tear falls from your eye the longer you keep eye contact with the man on stage. Both of your hearts lurch for each other but you can’t do that. Neither of you can. You grip at your chest as he keeps singing, a little more intensely. And as you listen, you truly start to understand the depth of your actions.
“Somebody tell me how I’m supposed to feel
“When I’m sitting here, knowing this ain’t real
“Why in the world would I give my heart to you?
“Just to watch you throw it in the trash
You really did love him. With all of your heart you loved him. But you couldn’t help but feel like you weren’t right for him. Something about you wasn’t right or was holding him back. You could sense it. Of course you loved seeing him play but seeing him now on the stage is the Scaramouche you knew had always been there. He had confided in you about his mother and past friends and that struck a chord with you. Although he had developed into a better person after those unfortunate times, maybe that’s what needed to happen?
You had always refused to believe you were the problem and so you went against his wishes and spoke to his mother. She seemed nice enough and easy to talk to but the lack of love in her voice and lifeless eyes told you everything you needed to know. She had always assumed that Scaramouche was better off alone, but you felt the opposite. He needed those who loved him in his corner and he lost all of them. His mother didn’t take that too lightly and forced you away from her abode, with the threat to leave her son.
You thought the two of you were unbreakable. The way he yelled at you upon your confession of visiting his mother without his consent left you in tears. Your biggest fight to date and it left the both of you in shambles. However, it left the both of you stronger and so you worked out the issues and got back together. His heart appeared to be stronger than ever.
“I have this song I wanna write, but I’m not sure what I want it to be about. Do you wanna hear it?”
You recognize the music immediately as the song he wanted to write about your love and you forget to breathe. There’s no one else in the venue and it’s just the two of you, in his studio as he plays you the music. You want to hold him, you want to kiss him.
But you gave up that right when his mother forced you out of his life.
“I’ve been traveling so long I don’t think I can hold on
“Where were you when I needed you the most?
“Now I’m sitting here with a black hole in my chest
“A heartless, broken mess
He didn’t dare look out into the audience, knowing that you’d be crying and he couldn’t bear to see your face covered in tears. He secretly wanted the satisfaction of breaking your heart like you did to him, but he let out his frustrations by soloing over the end with Kazuha on the saxophone. The crowd roars in applause and it seems that you have dispersed into the crowd. Where his heart is supposed to be, skips a beat at knowing you’re also hurting. He turns away from the crowd and walks off stage to let out his angry tears at the one person who loved him for all that he is and still had to abandon him. He’s thankful for his band, he muses.
But he sees your tear stained face staring at him and all his anger and resolve disappears.
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Hi, if it's ok, I would like a Hazbin Hotel matchup, please?
I'm a nineteen years old bi-ace AFAB (She/they pronouns) with a preference for women, kinda short (5'2 I think, it's 158 cm anyway), I usually like to wear button up shirts with sweaters, generally really large ones, but my favourite piece of clothing is a very long jeans jacket full of patches and pins; I occasionally also wear T-shirts, but mostly if they're baggy enough.
I also have kind of callous fingers, because I play violin, though I'm not sure whether this might be important.
Anyway, my friends describe me as an introvert that becomes pretty crazy when opens up, I also really like doing dad jokes.
I don't talk much, I prefer to listen (also because I worry about annoying people and being made fun of), and I struggle a lot with self worth, like, I often don't like myself much, and I always feel like I'm out of context with how I talk or interact.
I also have the physical strenght of a noodle, but I love giving and receiving hugs, or, well, simple physical contact is just so nice.
I really like writing, reading and drawing, or just chill and listen to someone else talking, I also really like books, TV series (especially cartoons) and musicals, and, lately, I've picked up baking.
I don't really like playing the violin, or doing physical activities, and being put at the centre of attention makes me feel very uncomfortable; I'm also not very confrontational, so I have a tendency not to discuss unless prompted to; another ick are loud noises and rough textures in clothing.
So...
Yes :)
Bye
Hey there! Of course it’s okay :)) Let’s see...
You were pretty easy to match with someone, for me! I feel like you would work perfectly with...
Charlie!
While you’re more on the introverted side, Charlie is much more extroverted; she’s awesome at getting people to open up, her sweetness and cheerfulness are contagious! She absolutely loves your crazy side though, laughing at each and every joke that you make, and she’s also very proud of you when you eventually manage to open up with her friends at the Hotel.
She would do literally anything for you, which obviously includes reminding you every day of how worthy of love you are. Since you love physical contact and she does too, you guys make a little promise in your heads of giving each other at least a hug every day, and the fact that this never changes and that none of you two breaks the promise throughout your relationship is very sweet!
As I mentioned, Charlie thinks you’re amazing, so every once in a while she prepares a little surprise for you in your shared bedroom since she knows you tend to struggle with self worth; she gets the bed all cosy, prepares a TV series or two since she knows you love them, and a couple snacks for you to chew on as you watch. Or, she gets you something that she knows you will appreciate, like new baking or art supplies, and writes a little note where she reminds you how amazing you are in not only her eyes but in the eyes of everyone at the Hotel!
All in all she’s just very sweet and gentle, offering you a lot of comfort whenever you’re doubting yourself even though she might get a little clumsy with words if you ask her to say what she feels out loud! You think it’s endearing, though.
She knows how much you loathe playing the violin, however whenever she hears you practicing, she can’t help but stop in her tracks and listen carefully, loving the melody. If you complain to her about your hands being calloused, she will respond that this only shows how much of a talented violinist you are whilst she holds them close to her chest and smiles at you.
She watches musicals with you for sure, memorizing all you guys’ favourite songs so you can duet them! Something tells me that it takes you a while to get the courage to sing in front of somebody else...well, Charlie is going to give you time, but when you’re ready she’s barely going to be able to contain her excitement!
Aware of your distaste for physical activities and of the fact that you’re not very strong physically, Charlie does her best to shield you from the Angels’ attacks during the Extermination, even relying on her powers in case you get severely hurt. But don’t fret, with her by your side that is very unlikely! If after the fight is done you mention to her how cool she was protecting you, she will dismiss your compliments and blush, saying that it was the least she could do for you.
You and Charlie are, all things considered, a very wholesome couple, and your relationship relies on voicing your admiration for each other and soft acts in general.
Additional platonic matchup!
Rosie!
Rosie is very kind and loving to the ones she considers friends, such as you.
If you present to her with a problem, she’s very likely to offer you a listening ear and then give you advice on how to solve it, whilst reminding you that you’re capable of overcoming it yourself. In fact she hates seeing you in low spirits, so she’s going to try her best to lift them up.
One of her hobbies is cooking; while it’s not exactly the same to baking, I headcanon that she’s pretty good at that too! So while your girlfriend Charlie can be a little clumsy in the kitchen, Rosie can even give you tips on how to improve. She might try to lure you into adding...rather strange ingredients in your sweets, but as long as you tell her no she’s going to understand that, well, her preferences aren’t everyone’s!
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Thank you for writing my request! It turned out amazing! I hope you don’t me doing another? Could you do a Tsuji x Reader? Reader is the younger sister of 9. Reader and Tsuji have been talking for a long time when Tsuji confesses to her. Reader has no idea who to respond and gets interrupted by her brother picking her up from them hanging out. Tsuji kisses her cheek before they leave and tells her to think about it. 9 just looks confused and before telling them you can’t date you know that right
(I don’t think being 9’s younger sister would give much of a social life or romantic life)
(Tsuji helped Reader when some students from another school tried to jump her)
Character: Tsuji x Fem! Reader
Note: I forgot to update..... Sorry. SOMEBODY PLEASE DO MORE OF TSUJI AND SHIBA 😭. also @mrskenpachizaraki this is for you 😊
The bell ring loudly as the whole students packing their bag without caring of the teacher’s words. You sat there, zoning out since while looking at the athletes training at the field.
“Remember class, I need your parents to sign the form or else you can’t participate in the field trip.” The teacher said.
You put on your headphones before playing the One Ok Rock song. You are a big fan of that band since you entered high school. Thanks to your former best friend.
Since she passed away, you didn’t socialize anymore. Only wake up, go to school, come back, play the guitar and finish your homework and sleep.
The routine oy change if you brother remember to come home, otherwise you will do it every day. Anyway, you can just forge your brother’s signature.
9 never home so it's not a big of a deal.
While walking to the bus stop, you saw several girls with a different uniform than you. You went to Seiho All Girls School and the uniform there are brown. Those girls wear blue.
Ah, must be from the rich school
You tried to ignored them but the one with the pony tails stops and push you.
' Fucking bitch. You thought.
The melon bread that you were eating laying flat on the ground before one of them stepped on it.
That was supposed to be your dinner.
“So this is the girl that Keiji like?” You stared at her before trying to remember the name.
Who the hell is Keiji?
“I don’t know that people from Seiho is are this shameless.” Their accusations making you felt dizzy.
First of all, who are they? And second of all, since when you talk to people?
The last person you ever communicates with was your homeroom teacher. She said your grades are good enough to be accepted to the top Universities in Japan.
“ Who do you think you are, huh? Taking another girl’s boyfriend. Are you that shameless?”
Ah, now you understand.
Despite being a loner, you are quite popular among other people. Since you are the president for the chess club and the top student of the school, people talks about you a lot.
But of course, nasty rumours do spread around.
You give them an annoyed look. Do these girls thinks that you are THAT cheap?
“Ah, him? Sorry but he’s the one who like me. I can’t do anything about it girl.” You replied.
If they wanted to act like a mean girl, then you can also do the same.
You saw how her hand almost touching your face until a big veiny hand appear. You opened up you eyes after not feeling anything, only to see two stranger. One with the red hair was holding her hand and one with the blonde hair covered your body from them.
“ Five versus one? My, you guys really that pathetic huh?” The girl tried to snatch her hand back but the man’s grip tighten.
“ Mind your own business!” The girl says.
She tried to act tough even though you see how her leg shakes. You did felt a tinge of pity but then you chose to forget it.
“How can this not be our business? How can an elite group came here? Didn’t you guys too far from home?”
The girls were to stunned by their words. The red head finally let go of the girl’s hand. She wince at the pain before covering the wrist. Her white skin turns red.
“This is not over yet!” She yelled before walking away with her group of friends.
You waved at her before looking tried to walk away.
“Thanks for your help but I can protect myself.” You said before disappearing from their sight.
You put on your headphones back before turning on the music. Well, that will be the first and last time you see them.
Meanwhile, Tsuji and Shibaman were stunned by your reply.
“Nee Tsuji, we shouldn’t help her you know.”
Tsuji scratch the back of his head before looking at his partner.
“Well, it’s not wrong to help her. Besides, she’s cute ya know?” Tsuji smirked before walking away.
Shiba followed him but still puzzled at his words. There is no way in seven hell Tsuji like that girl.
The next day, you put on the headphone as soon as the class is over. The field trip talk is unnecessary. You brother did came back last night to give you the monthly allowance before going back to his usual work.
You didn’t care, as long as he gave you enough money to survive then you are okay.
Your instinct told you to take off the headphone and you did. A big figure towering over you, making you tilted your head a bit.
It is him, the guy from yesterday.
“ You shouldn't walk while listening to the music. Somebody might jumped on you .” He said before taking the headphone off your head.
“ What are you? Stalker?” You said before snatching the headphone back.
You walk past him but before you could put on the headphone again, he grab it and put it around his neck. You glared at him before trying to get it back.
“U, uh. I’m taking this.” He said.
You groaned at his actions. How old is this guy anyway?
“ I’m Tsuji by the way. Nice to meet you.” He said.
“Fuck off.”
Several months went by and you and Tsuji has a pretty good friendship. If he didn’t hang out with his Oya High friends he would hang out with you. Depending on his mood, usually he would walk you home and have a dinner with you.
Surprisingly he can cook.
“Hey.” You raises your head, just Tsuji and Shibaman is nowhere to be seen.
“Where is Shiba?”
“Well, his sister wants to meet him. What are you listening to?”
Tsuji took your left earbud before putting it on his ear. You play the song to let him hear it.
“It’s cool. Who’s the artist?”
“Halsey.” He nodded.
Without him knowing, you blush slightly. You find it hard to push him away lately. Both of you have been seeing each other everyday and sometimes he even walk with you to school despite Oya High is on the other side of the town.
“So, are you free tonight? We can watch the star.” He asked while opening the café door for you.
“My brother is coming tonight. Sorry.” You apologize but the man just smile.
“It’s fine. Let me order the drinks” You watch him walking to the counter.
Your heart beats faster than usual. Oh my god you are in love with this guy.
You can’t deny it, Tsuji is a good guy. He walks you home, he bought flower whenever he visited you at your apartment, he accompany you whenever you study at the library despite him just watching without doing anything.
You can’t help but like him. Well, this tiny little crush will never be known by him of course.
He can’t know. You have a reputation to uphold.
“Hey they run out of (f/f) smoothie. Is coffee fine?” He said worriedly.
“ It’s fine.” You said before taking the cup.
Good bye to your sleep.
You took out your exercise book and your notes. Tsuji just watching you solve the math questions. After several minutes, you change to the other book.
“Do Seiho always gives their students lots of homework?” He asked while sipping his coffee.
You look up before putting the pen down. You just realized that you got another three subject to finish by tomorrow.
“Oh this? Well, English and Math from three weeks ago and Physics and Chemistry is from last week. Yeah the Japanese need to be submit by next week.” Tsuji scratches the back of his head.
You chuckled at his actions. Well, Oya wasn’t known for their intelligence. You don’t really blame him.
“Don’t study too much. You might go crazy.” He said before switching his focus to his phone.
“ Ok dad.” You rolled your eyes before continues to finish the whole essay.
Tsuji smiled at your words.
He don't really paying too much attention on his phone. He has been staring at you secretly. He loves it whenever you bit your lower lips whenever you didn't know the answer.
The sun already set by the time you finish the Chemistry homework. You put all the pens and pencils inside your pencil case before putting it in your bag. You saw Tsuji just got back from the toilet.
“You done?”
“Yeah my brother will fetch me so you can just go home.” You said before sipping the remaining coffee.
“ Don’t be stupid. Let me walk with you.” He said before taking your bag and sling it on his shoulder. He grabbed you by the hand before both of you leaving the café.
You blush at the gesture. Thank god he didn’t see it.
The walk to the bus stop is quite. You didn’t know what to say or what to do. The way he holds your hand say it all but you don’t want to put your hopes too high.
Does he like you?
“The moon is beautiful right?” You heart skipped a beat.
Wait, what?
He suddenly stop before looking at you. Your eyes met his and he smile.
“ (y/n), I like you.”
You aren’t dreaming right?
Did he just, confessed his love to you?
“I, I....”
A loud honk shocked you. You look at the car, shit!
“Your brother?”
“Yeah.” Tsuji chuckled. He patted your head before kisses your right cheek.
“ I don’t need the answer tonight. Feel free to tell me when you are ready.” He said before wave good bye.
You still at the froze at your spot. He kissed you.
YOUR CRUSH KISS YOU!
You will never wash your face after this. Oh my god!
Before your brother loses his patience, you quickly went to his car and sat at the passenger sit. 9 gave you a weird look.
“Is that your boyfriend?" He gave you a confused look.
How come he never see that guy. Are you dating without him knowing?
"You know you can't date right? What will happen to your study if you got pregnant? Oh my god you got the entrance exam this year!"
You gave him an annoyed look. This is why you and him never in a good relationship.
Too overprotective. It’s suffocating.
“Shut up and drive old man. I want to eat sukiyaki.” You said.
Sleep well pretty. I’ll walk you to school tomorrow.
You smiled at the message. Ah, love is great.
“ I’ll send you to cram school if your grades drop. Also quit smiling like an idiot.” 9 can’t accept this.
You’re growing too fast.
“ I know okay.” You grumble.
Café date tomorrow?
Alright.
You grinned.
“I told you to stop smiling already!”
“Shut up old man!”
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10:31 pm - bang chan
“stop looking at me like that, will you?” you tried to turn away your boyfriend’s face. he keeps staring at you, and you’re getting really distracted from working. you promised that you would help him with a song he was working on, but he has done nothing but distract you for the past hour. maybe trying to fill gaps in lyrics for him is not necessarily your job of being a producer and a girlfriend. still, you genuinely wanted to help him finish the song.
“whaaaat?” he laughed, eyes disappearing as he did. you have been dating for a good few months, but you can never get over his laugh and smile. god, it feels like you hit the jackpot every time he does that.
“this song has been stuck deep in your songs folder for over two months, i thought you wanted to finish this?” you argued, blowing away the stray eraser shavings from the paper. the base of the song was done, but chan kept groaning and whining because he felt like the lyrics he wrote were bland.
humming the melody in your head, you read through the lyrics again, trying to find what was lacking and maybe try to do something about it even if you weren’t a lyricist. you felt your boyfriend quiet down beside you again, his head resting on the desk on top of his arms. this was usual to you since you have been his co-producer for a year now, but before you dated, he would usually stare at what you were doing and not at your face. it’s making you conscious with your every move, still quite shy around him.
“babe!” you whined, playfully slapping his biceps that were on full display like they always were. he has got to stop looking at you like that because your mind can’t really think straight. that was the kind of effect he had on you. you were so whipped that you can’t even hide it.
“what!” he rolled back his chair away from you, exclaiming, “i’m not doing anything!”
“stop staring!”
“sorry! i can’t help it! you’re just really adorable!” okay, so that shut you up. you feel your ears redden at the comment. you are still really not used to the compliments, even if he showers you with them every day.
“just please let me fini—”
his lips cut you off, giving you a soft peck. before you could kiss him back, he was already back into his seat, a satisfied smile on his lips. he adjusted his cap to cover his eyes, obviously flustered with his own actions.
“okay, i swear that’s the last time i’ll distract you. you can go back to working now, love,” he giggled, crossing his arms. but you weren’t going to back off that easily. you rolled your own office chair to him, sitting on his lap. you didn’t even give him a chance to react before you grabbed him by the neck and kissed him. it always felt like it was your first time kissing chan because every single time felt like there were fireworks around you, as cheesy as that sounds. but he has the softest and plumpest lips, and they were heaven.
“oomph,” was your response when he grabbed your waist and pulled you even closer, deepening the kiss. you hate to break it to him, but you slowly pulled away before this could get anywhere. you were already trying to hide that you were dating from the company. what more if any of the staff see you both making out in his studio at the building.
“baby, somebody might come in,” you whispered, giving him one last peck. but chan’s eyes looked like they were dazed, your words coming through and out of his ears.
“finish what you started, y/n,” he mumbled, voice deep and coarser than his sweet voice from earlier. you gently slapped his arm at his accusation.
“you’re the one that started it!”
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🏝 Fun in the Sun🏝
TASM! Peter x wife!reader
Y’all, I’m at the beach this week, and all I could think of is a cute couple's beach getaway with Peter! I literally wrote this in a beach chair with a drink in my hand ! Lol It’s a little spicy … it's probably the spiciest I will write. ( and it's not that spicy 😂)I hope you enjoy it!-K
Warning: somewhat spicy, pet names, mentions of food, implied sex, typos, bad writing, and probably many more thing that needs warnings I forgot about.
“ Peter, come on …. One week … just you and me… on the beach… nothing to do ….. The city will be fine! You need to take a damn break. “
“ Love, I can’t. What if something happens? What if there is a...”
“ What if? What if? What if!! Life is full of what-ifs! Peter, it will be ok! One week away, that’s all. The city will be fine. You have to live your life. Remember, It is ok to take the time for Peter Parker stuff! You have to live your life too.” you were fed up. The only time Peter had taken a break ( from Spider-Man)was when you got married. He didn't want to, but you made him! Even then, you didn't go on a honeymoon. He took the day off of your wedding and rehearsal dinner; that was it.
“Fine”
“Really!?!!”
“Yes, we can go on vacation.” You ran over and peppered him with kisses.
After months of persuasion, you finally had convinced him to take a break. You made reservations as soon as he said yes. The day came, and you packed up your car and headed south to Florida. The drive was going to be long but worth it.
“ Love, why are we driving? We could have flown and saved time. Or we could have gone somewhere closer. Just in case I need to come back and help.“ Peter questioned as you pulled off of your street.
“ Ah, you see, bug boy, I know you... That is why I chose Florida. Too far away for you to swing back... And driving is part of the fun, Peter. We get to be stuck in the car for hours together. Listening to good music and podcasts. Playing games and just talking. It’s gonna be great! I call the radio first! Disney sing along it is!”
Peter didn’t know you had the Spotify station pulled up before leaving your apartment.
“ ok … but I get to choose lunch.”
“ Deal”
…
“ Hey now
Hey now
This is what dreams are made of
Hey now
Hey now
This is what dreams are made of
I've got somewhere I belong
I've got somebody to love
This is what dreams are made of
(Hey now...)”
You were belting your heart out. Peter was just smiling at you.
“What???? Why are you judging me!??” You pause the music.
He laughed “ I’m not. I’m thinking how much I love you.”
“ I know you love me. That is why you married me!! “ you laughed. “ BUT!!! If you really really love me, you would sing the duet part… PLEASE!PLEASE !!!PLEASE!!!”
“I love you … but I’m not going to sing .”
“Pete! please!!” You pressed play and turned up the volume.
With a huff, he begins to sing along.
Open your eyes
(This is what dreams are made of)
Shout to the skies
(This is what dreams are made of)
When I see you smiling, I go, "Oh, oh, oh"
Yesterday my life was duller
Now everything's technicolor
By the end of the song, you both were screaming the lyrics. You both burst out into laughter during the last bit of the music.
“ You a great; you know that?” Peter said as he leaned over to kiss your cheek.
“ So, I have been told.” You smiled at your husband.
…
“ Are we there yet? I’m bored .” Peter yawned from the passengers.
You laughed. “About five more hours, Pete. Take a nap. I will be ok.”
“ Love, you have been driving for about 10 hours … Why don’t you let me take over? “
“ Do you need a reminder of the last time you drove “ you questioned.
“ It was my first time driving in years!! Give me a break! …. “
“Petey, your driving was fine… Don’t you remember, your spidey sense was going crazy? Dude, I about had a panic attack watching you. You were so tense! This is supposed to be a relaxing vacation.”
He huffed “ Yeah, your right. Ok, then let’s play a game….I spy with my little eye….” He began.
….
“ Petey, wake up, baby; we are here. I have checked us in. All we have to do is unload and let the relaxation begin!”
Peter fell asleep 20 minutes into the game of I spy. You simply put on your true-crime podcast, and you were set. He tried to keep you company, but he was exhausted. You couldn’t blame him. Peter was always go go go between Spider-Man, work, and being the best husband you could ask for. He always was exhausted.
“ huh… when did I fall asleep? I’m sorry, bug. “
“ it’s ok, Pete. You need the rest. Now, come on!”
You two quickly unpacked the car. Peter’s strength came in handy. You made it in one trip. You quickly changed into your swimsuit and headed out to the balcony to watch the ocean.
“ If I knew you would dress like this the whole week, I would have said yes sooner.” Peter came out behind you and wrapped his arms around you.
“ Peter, stop it ! “ you laughed. You turn to face him and wrap your arms around his neck. Peter kissed you. You deepen the kiss moving your hands up into his hair, and his hands move down to your body. His lips left yours. You gasped as he nipped at your neck.
You exhaled .“Peter, let’s go inside. “
“ I hope you weren’t expecting to go to the beach right away because I have plans for you, bug.” He smirked. You squealed as he picked you up and took you inside.
…
You didn’t make it to the beach the first day. You spent most of the day tangled up in the sheets. You didn’t mind at all. You woke up early the following day to the smell of coffee.
“ Good morning, my love, “ Peter said as he handed you a cup.
“ Morning, baby. You going to let me walk on the beach today?” You smiled.
“ You can walk after yesterday? “ he laughed.
You just shook your head.
“ What?! It’s a genuine question?” he laughed.
You laughed. “ Anyway, I figured we could pack a lunch and spend the day on the beach. Maybe come up and go out for dinner. “
“ Sounds lovely, bug!”
You both got ready and headed to the beach. You spent most of the morning laying out in the sun, relaxing.
“ Hey, love .” Peter looked up from the magazine the resort handed you at check-in.
“ huh?” The waves had almost lulled you to sleep
“I was reading there is a place where we can take surfing lessons. What do you think?”
“ Sure, baby, if you want to go for it! I would love to watch…. I don’t think I’m a strong enough swimmer. “
“ Are you sure? I want to go, but if you ..”
You smiled “ Petey, it’s your vacation too! Not just mine.”
“ but it was your idea. I don’t want….”
“ Peter, go make an appointment with surfing people.”
“ I love you! “ he said as he stood up to head up to the lobby to make the appointment. He kissed you quickly.
“ I know. I love you too !“
…
“ Did you see me?! I caught that wave, and wow! “ Peter was ecstatic when he came in from his lesson.
“ I did; you were great… but I think your ability to stick to things is an unfair advantage. The others in your class didn’t fare as good as you.”
You both laughed a little. So many people in Peter’s surf class had wipeouts. Peter never fell off his board, not once.
“ Man, I want to go out again.”
“ Peter, we are here for the whole week. You can do whatever! I’m great. I have my book and my drink. I am as happy as a lark!”
“ Yeah?”
“ Go! Have fun! You need it !”
Peter kissed you before bouncing away towards the ocean. You smiled. He had been so stressed lately between work and Spider-Man. It was good to see him truly happy.
About an hour and a half later, Peter came back to find you asleep under the umbrella. He laughed.
“ Hey bug, let’s wake up and put more sunscreen on. You don’t want to get burned on the first day.”
“Mmm.. ok .” You sat up half asleep. Peter lovingly rubbed sunscreen on your back.
“ Hey, love bug, you are already getting a lot of sun… you want to head in for a while. Finish your nap?”
“I’m ok. I want to go out in the water for a while… you want to come with me?” You were holding out your hand where Peter could help you up.
“ Of course. I’ll race you! “ Peter took off running
“ HEY! That’s not fair! You cheated ” You came running after him into the water.
…
Peter and you stayed in the water for a long time. You floated and swam. You two play catch with some kiddos that asked you to join them. You were having a great time. Peter finally made you leave when he saw how red you had gotten.
“ I’m fine, Peter! I have been burnt before. I ..” you protested
Peter picked you up. “ I’m taking you in.”
“PETE! Put me down! Put me down! “ you were laughing.
When Peter finally put you down at your spot on the beach, you huffed. You were mad. You help gather the stuff and head up to the room.
When you got to the room, you went straight to the shower. As soon as the hot water hit your skin, you were hissing in pain. You washed off quickly and then entered the bedroom when you were finished. You were very burnt, making you even madder at Peter because he was right. Peter was sitting on the bed with aloe in one hand and after sun lotion in the other.
“ I know you are mad, but...”
“ Shut up. You were right. That's why I'm mad. Help me, please.”
Peter laughed
“ come here, bug.”
....
The next day Peter woke up before you and made breakfast. He set everything on the balcony for a cute breakfast date.
Peter crawled back into bed and kissed your forehead.
“ Good Morning, Bug; I made breakfast. We could watch the sunrise over the water.”
“ You are the best; you know that .” You smiled as you got out of bed.
After breakfast, you both got ready for the day. You had planned a day down at the pier, followed by a trip to a marine animal rehabilitation center.
“Hey, come here! Look,” Peter was still on the balcony.
You walked out to see dolphins swimming.
“ Oh wow!! They are beautiful!”
“ Not as beautiful as my wife, “ Peter said as he kissed you.
You wrapped your arms around his neck “ You know, we don’t have to be at the aquatic center until 3 … we can always go to the pier later… PETER!” you laughed
He didn’t even let you finish your sentence. He picked you up and took you inside
…
The rest of the week was filled with fun and laughs. You spent one day just watching people from the balcony. You laughed as you saw someone chasing an umbrella down the beach. Every evening you took a long walk down the beach. It was perfect.
The day came that you had to leave. You had packed the car the night before. You were lying in bed soaking up the last few minutes of your vacation when Peter rolled over.
“ Y/n, thank you... I needed this. I need a break. It’s hard sometimes balancing Peter Parker stuff and Spider-Man stuff. Thank you for making me take time for myself and time for us. I love you.” He leaned over and kissed you gently.
“ I love you too. “ you smiled.
He sat up “ I thought next year we could go to Disney or California. Or maybe even Seattle! Or Vegas. Or maybe we could go on a cruise. Oh!! Europe!! I would love to go there! Peter 1 was telling me all about his school trip there. I sounded great! Or we could….”
“ Slow down, travel bug! You are going to take another break?!”
“ Yep, as long as I can take them with you!”
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Break On Me
⚠️TW: Mentions of death
📝A/N: Song Inspiration: Break On Me by Keith Urban
After her early morning run, Alana made her way to get breakfast before heading to the base.
Before starting work, she opened and began replying to an email from her cousin. Both were in the Navy and told each other everything. She hadn’t finished her response when Admirals Kazansky and Simpson reach her office and close the door behind them.
“Morning Admirals. What can I help you with?”
“Lieutenant Commander Metcalf…” Iceman starts. He looks to Cyclone before continuing. “We have been asked to inform you that your cousin, Petty Officer Jacqueline “Jax” Torres has been reported dead in Souda Bay, Greese at 19:00 last night. On the behalf of the Secretary of Defense, I extend to you and your family my deepest sympathy in your great loss.”
It was the news that she wasn’t prepared for. Then again who is ever prepared for the news that tells them their lifelong best friend and favorite cousin had been killed in training while overseas.
The moment Jake reaches Alana’s office he notices the closed door and whispered voices. He starts to leave but it’s then that the door opens and Iceman and Cyclone leave her office.
He pops his head in and sees she and notices her crying. “Cin? Is everything okay?” He asks her.
She’s so caught up in the news of her cousin that she doesn’t see or hear him at first.
It takes him a second time asking and gently placing a hand on her. “Hey… babe… What’s wrong?”
Cin startles but shakes her head. “I have to go home… I can’t…” her breathing starts becoming ragged and shallow.
Jake wraps her in his arms. “Breathe with me. In… Out. In… Out. There you go.”
Ice comes back to her office with Cyclone and they see Jake with Alana. “Lieutenant Seresin. Please escort Lieutenant Commander Metcalf to her home,” Cyclone instructs Jake.
He nods and gathers her phone, charger and laptop. “Did you need anything else aside from your bag?”
She shakes her head. “I just got here…”
“I’ll drive you home and I can come back later with Javy to get your car. Is that okay?”
Alana can only nod numbly. Her eyes refill with unshed tears.
He places a hand on her lower back as he walks her to his truck. He helps her up and buckles her in when he sees she’s not moving.
He rushes to the driver’s side and heads to her grandparents house. He knew Viper and his wife were still out of town so he would stay with Cin for as long as he could. Cyclone already texted him to stay with Cin and he would have someone cover for his class.
Jake helps Cin down from his truck and into the house. He starts leading her up to her room. As they walk past the wall full of family pictures, Jake hears the sound that breaks his heart.
Cin releases the sob that she was holding in since she got the news. She stops walking and is staring at a picture of her and Jax at their graduation from the Naval Academy. Next to it is one from when they were both 5 with matching missing teeth and dressed as fighter pilots.
“Oh babe…” Jake whispers softly as he continues to lead her to her room. He sets her down on the bed and removes her boots and gently undoes her hair. He has her lay down and pulls her close to him.
“Cry all you need Cin. I’m right here. I’ve got you babe.” He whispers to her as she continues to sob against his chest.
“When you need somebody right now, you're where I'll be. Break on me. Take as long as it takes, girl. Break on me. Put your head on my chest. Let me help you forget,” he says as he rubs her back soothingly.
Soon, Cin cries herself to sleep against Jake’s chest. He keeps his arms around her and soon joins her in sleeping.
When he wakes up in an hour, he sees she’s still sleeping so he gently removes his arms from around her so he can get her a bottle of water.
He stays looking at the pictures of her with her family over the years. His favorite photos were those where Alana was being so carefree. So… Cin.
He knows the rest of the squad will one day give him grief but he decides to call Grace and Baylie. “Get your bags for you and your husbands. Cin needs you. She can’t stay alone in the house for now.”
“Just how do you know she’s alone? Hmm? You spying on her? Is that why you bailed on teaching your classes today?” Baylie asks teasingly.
“She… Jax was killed last night. Ice and Cyc were the ones to inform her this morning.”
“Oh shit… I’m sorry… I’ll head over with Mickey once we’re done.”
“I can pass by your place and get your bag Bay,” Grace says. “We just redid ours last week so we’re good. Besides, we have all left stuff at her house.”
“Yeah… I have to call Javy. We’ll need to bring her car home.”
“I’ll take it,” Baylie says. “I have the spare key to her car here in my locker. Mickey can take our car.”
“Okay sounds good… I appreciate it, Garcia,” Jake says.
“And I’ll prepare her a few meals for the next couple days,” Grace adds.
“Keep our girl safe Seresin… We… We need her,” Baylie adds before hanging up.
Once he finishes giving Grace a few details, Jake heads back upstairs to Cin’s room.
Jake finds her awake and staring at the door. “Hey beautiful… Spicy and Lucky are going to come later today and stay with you.” He runs a thumb under her red and swollen eyes.
“Are you staying too?” She asks softly, her lower lip trembling.
He leans in and kisses her softly. “I’ll stay as long as you want me to stay Cin. I meant when I said you could break on me. I’ll be here for you.”
He climbs back into the bed with her and they just stay staring at each other for a long moment. No words are exchanged between either but they both knew this moment just changed everything for them. This was their turning point. This was the moment they became more than just friends with benefits.
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Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [31]
chapter thirty-one, act four: somebody else
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little Author's note /TW before this act begins. There's going to be alot of talk of drug use and addiction within the chapters coming, if you're not comfortable with these kinds of things please don't read.
August 29th 2016
George’s brows raise as he watches Tommie do what can only be described as a march, door swinging open, no greeting as she starts lifting scattered papers and books from the coffee table.
“What are you doing?”
“My book, I can’t find it.”
“Adam cleaned last night, it might be in one of the draws.”
She goes over there quickly, head pressed to her shoulder holding her ringing phone, “Hey.”
“Yeah, hey, Pheebs, did I leave my notebook there?”
She can hear the singer get up and look around, “Uh, can’t see it, I’ll have a good look and let you know.”
“Alright, thanks. See you later.”
She huffs and goes back to making a mess. She'll definitely have a breakdown about later that day.
George sighs slowly, petting Button who’s now sitting at his feet, watching her move around like a tornado before he gets to his feet, “What does it look like?”
“It’s the brown one I always have. Leather, got flowers drawn on it, some other shit.”
He nods and they spend around an hour tearing the place apart together for it, “I had a song… a good fucking song, G, I can’t find it.”
“Where’d you have it last?”
He knows there’s no point in asking, her memories not the best as it is, she’s always misplacing things. But that book, she always had it in her hand no matter where they were.
“Um… here, I think… no, Phoebe’s, I let her use some lines for a song she’s working on…”
She shakes her head, “No… no…”
“I’ll run up to Jamie’s office, tell him to send out an email in case someone’s picked it up by accident.” George promises, grabbing his keycard to get into the elevator.
“I had ideas, G, good fucking ideas. That book is my life.”
“We’ll find it, relax.”
“No, no,” She shakes her head, “I had a song, a song for the album.”
“What’s it called?” He asks, looking through the computer files but she waves a hand, an indication she hadn't done anything besides write the lyrics.
“Baby Teeth.”
He giggles, “Baby Teeth?”
“Matty named a song Ugh, you didn’t say anything about that.”
He closes his mouth quickly, raising his hands in surrender. “I remember some of it, but, my heads a mess, everyone knows that, Memories shit-”
“Your heads not a mess, you’re fine, look, we all misplace things. It’s here somewhere, we’ll find it.”
…They didn’t find it.
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October 15th 2016
The ringing stops, she smiles, “Hey, Cal-”
“You’ve reached… Caleb Kidwall… leave a message after the tone….”
She sighs “Uh, Hey, Cal, we’re gonna be back in LA in two days, on Jimmy Kimmel, for the first time. Uh, I don’t know I just miss you, haven't seen you since you started working on that single, call me back so we can meet up.”
She shoves the phone into her back pocket before sitting from the bench in San Diego, tugging on Button’s lead, the dog jumping onto Allen’s- Matty’s new dog- back.
Matty giggles, pulling her off and tickling her belly, “Leave your brother alone or I’ll tell on you.”
Button rolls onto her back, reaching one paw out to hit Allen, the puppy tackling her in response.
Only when the two dogs hear the familiar laugh of the redhead do they abandon the brunette to jump all over her.
“Twats.”
She laughs, raising a brow as she stands to her full height again, “Come on, we promised we’d only be an hour we’ve been gone for four.”
“Can’t start the show without us anyway.” He shrugs.
She loops her arm with his as they walk towards the big unmissable bus parked outside the venue. Their dogs, one brunette and one redhead, walking just in front of them.
Tommie laughs, remembering something Grimmy, a good friend of theirs, once said, “What?”
“Remember when we helped host BBC Breakfast with Grimmy?”
“Yeah?”
“He said something about dogs that look like their owners and whatever. I said no at the time.” She shrugs then gestures to Allen and Button.
They’re walking as close as their owners, bodies pressed up against each other, not even parting when a lampost comes their way. (Allen, the poor little boy gets hit in the face as Button refuses to move over on the pavement for him).
The dog shakes his head and Tommie is leaning down to pat his head and kiss his nose as Matty watches the bus door open with a creak.
“Three. Two… One…”
“You two!”
Jamie huffs as he steps out the bus, “You were supposed to be back two hours ago.”
“Sorry, my fault.” Matty says, “I forgot poo bags so we had to go around the world finding a place that did them.”
Jamie shakes his head, “We did sound check without you both, if your vocals sound shit it's your fault.”
Matty nods, “Noted.”
They go back into the bus, changing into their show outfits, the usual skinny jeans and a plain top for Matty.
Tommie decides on some of her flared blue jeans with a white tank top and then a dark blue jumper over it.
Tommie hears a familiar voice outside and pushes her dyed hair over her shoulder as she leaves the bathroom.
“Hey, Gabs.”
Gabby gets up to hug her, “Thought you weren’t joining until the last few shows.”
She shrugs, “Got tired of hearing Matty whining so I came early.”
The two girls link arms as they pass the guys, Matty’s eyes following them carefully as they exit the bus.
“You saved the rest of us, I owe you for life.”
They giggle walking on into the venue, past the fans who scream for the guys to sign something or take photos which they all stop to do.
“Matty says you’re working on a new book.”
Tommie glances back at the closed door, “That’s supposed to be a secret. God knows why I trusted telling him of all people.”
“Can I read it? Is it poetry? Or like, an actual smart book?”
“Poetry, and some other things.”
“Other things?”
She shrugs, “Like old songs I’ve written but could never put out.”
“Why not? Is Matty still on his egotistical ‘I’m the writer of the band’ wave”
She puts on a terrible English accent that sounds more like one of the Gallagher brothers than Matty. But it still has Tommie giggling away as she shakes her head, “No, no. I mean, he’s always egotistical, it’s just songs I’ve written that are too personal to me. You know, last minute I pulled out from giving them to George.”
“You shouldn’t pull out, I mean, I’ve read your writing, listened to the songs you’ve written. They’re also amazing.”
“Maybe they are,” Tommie shrugs, “I’m just still not ready to show myself completely to the world.”
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October 17th 2016
“Hey, Cal, in LA now… uh, give me a call if you’re free tonight.”
She sighs, putting the phone back down as she leaves the bus to meet the others in the venue.
“You okay?”
She nods with a smile accepting Adam’s hand as the pair walk on in to find the other guys.
Only they pause and share a glance when they enter. Ross is sitting with his legs crossed as he looks away, George sitting opposite him on the coffee table, suddenly taking an interest in his drum sticks.
Matty, throws his phone and flops onto the settee making them raise their brows in sync.
“That was weird.” Ross practically shouts, “You’re so in tune, do it again.”
“What’s going on?”
“What have you done?”
Matty sits up with a scoff, “What have we done? Haven’t done nothing.” He shakes his head, shrugs, then lies back down. George is still not uttering a word.
Adam steps closer, “I swear, what have you guys done?”
There’s a knock on the door behind them and as Adam tries to get the answer out of them Tommie turns without looking, reaching behind her to open the door and let Jamie in.
“Why you always blaming me? Why does it have to be me that's done something?” Matty asks.
“Probably is you-”
“Well you’ve always been the trouble causer in this group, Matty.”
Both Adam and Tommie pause, the latter spinning quickly with a grin. “Nan!”
She smiles, wrapping her arms around her nan and swaying them side to side, breaking apart to grip her grandfather when she sees him roll his eyes, “Alright, Bean, no cwtch for me?”
“What are you doing here? What happened to travelling Europe?”
Adam’s moving to hug them both too, smiling up at their grandparents, “Decided it was time for a break. Time to come home.”
Thomas wraps his arm around Tommie’s shoulders. It’s no secret she’s the favourite as he did raise her.
Thomas is a tall man unlike the rest of the family, that’s where Adam gets it from. Not only did Tommie inherit his ginger hair (that he once had) she also developed his love for all things music.
When Tommie was born, and he was staring down at the little baby in the hospital bed with his daughter, he decided to quit the fire service, well, that’s what he said but he found himself there at least twice a week.
With her mother working and then out, no stable father figure and her nan working up until retirement age, Tommie took to looking up to her grandfather the most.
That’s where she got her nickname, everyone called her Tommy junior as a kid from the amount of time they spent together.
“Time to come home?”
They nod, “We’ve bought a house back in Wales again, we’ve had four years of adventures now. That’s enough for us. We miss you.”
She smiles hugging her nan again, “I missed you as well.”
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Tommie grins as she opens the door, “Cal! Cal!”
She runs in, pausing at a blonde head that sleeps on the sofa, her brows furrow and she yelps as a hand touches her shoulder.
Caleb chuckles quietly, “Sorry, babe, didn’t mean to scare you.” He whispers, pulling her along to his room.
“Who’s that?”
“Emma.”
She hums, not knowing what else to do and Claeb senses her hesitation, “Uh, her fiance- some things have happened, Mitch offered her to stay here with us while she figures stuff out. She needs a break.”
Tommie nods, “That’s kind of him.”
Caleb nods and chuckles, “You know, I always thought he was in love with her when we were kids.”
Tommie pauses but doesn’t say anything, “Uh, how’s the single coming along?”
“It’s coming, we’re taking our time with this one, you know?”
She nods, “Same with us and our first album.”
“How was the show? Sorry I didn’t answer your call, I was at the studio, left my phone there, Shane brought it back for me.”
She shrugs, “It was okay, uh, my grandparents are here.”
“Here?”
She hums, “Yeah, they flew out to surprise me and Adam, they’re staying with us for a few shows.”
He smiles, “That’s great, have they seen you perform before?”
“Once, when we first started out, we did a gig in this place in Cardiff, The Brewhouse, I took you there before, remember?”
“The one with uh… the spiral stairs?”
She shakes her head, “No, the one across the road from that one.”
“Ah, yeah, had that Kelly guy you like on the wall right?”
“Kelly Jones, yeah.”
He nods, “I remember, that place was cute.”
Tommie approaches the subject carefully, watching him as he opens a drawer and pulls some clothes out, setting them aside for her to change into for bed.
“Do you uh… maybe want to meet them?”
He pauses in folding the t-shirt and turns to look at her over his shoulder, “Me?”
“No, Callum besides you.” She says sarcastically and he rolls his eyes affectionately with a smile on his face.
He sits on the edge of the bed, holding his hands out for her to take, “You want me to meet them?”
“We’ve been together for two years now, think it's time you meet the people who raised me, don’t you?”
He shrugs and leans forward, forehead resting against her chest, “I don’t know, I mean… look how the last time went.”
She winces, running her hands through his hair. He’s grown it out, it’s not quite Matty length but still long, almost reaching his shoulders. A big fluffy ball on top of his head.
She sighs, leaning down to kiss his head, “Please?”
“Can we take a rain check?” He asks looking up, resting his chin on the spot his forehead was on.
She forces a smile, cheeks awkwardly pulling upwards, “Sure.”
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mini character playlist : share at least five songs that remind you of your muse, or that you associate with your muse's character arc. including lyrics is optional.
Vax'ildan
1 Running up that Hill - Samuel Kim cover
Say, if I only could \ I'd make a deal with God / And I'd get Him to swap our places / I'd be runnin' up that road / Be runnin' up that hill / With no problems
2 This is Gospel - Panic at the Disco
Don't try to sleep through the end of the world / And bury me alive / Cause I won't give up without a fight / If you love me let me go
3 Death is a Bird Flying - Dominik Zingler, Nicolette Stewart & Port Sulphur Band
Death is no man / Death is no wraith / Death is a bird / Flying
4 Far From Home - Sam Tinnez
I'm sending a raven / With blood on its wings / Hoping it reaches you in time / And you know what it means
5 Hey Brother - Avicii
What if I lose it all? / Oh sister, I will help you out / Oh, if the sky comes falling down / For you / There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do
Mollymauk
1 Empty - Chase Atlantic
Tell me why the fuck I feel so empty / This might be the reason that she left me / Mama, what's the reason I feel empty? / I might pop another, please don't tempt me / Tell me why the fuck I feel so empty
2 Freak Show - Dead Posey
One for the money, two for the freak show / Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh / Three gettin' ready, four 'cause you never know / Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
3 Afraid - The Neighborhood
When I wake up, I'm afraid / Somebody else might take my place / When I wake up, I'm afraid / Somebody else might end up being me
4 Cast the Bronze - Raynes
Make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something I can do / And I'll paint it red / If you're still unsure, let me lie for a day / Before they formally announce me dead / When I'm gone, cast the bronze for the bust of my head / To be displayed in the library / Engrave that I gave my consent / To be anything that anyone prefer I be
5 I'm Still Here - Cover by Colm R. McGuinness
And I want a moment to be real / Wanna touch things I don't feel / Wanna hold on and feel I belong / And how can the world want me to change? / They're the ones that stay the same / They don't know me 'cause I'm not here
Weylyn
1 I Did Something Bad - Taylor Swift
I never trust a narcissist / But they love me / So I play 'em like a violin / And I make it look oh so easy / 'Cause for every lie I tell them / They tell me three
2 Devilish - The Phantoms
Revenge, my favourite dish / Your sins falling from your lips / Lights out, time to make a wish / Oh oh oh, so devilish / So devilish / Oh so devilish
3 Sinners - Barns County
Dancing on cold feet / Marching on cobble streets / Oh sinners come down, yeah-eh-eh / Yeaaah, I must be good for something / Yeaaah, yeaaah, yeah
4 Warriors - Imagine Dragons
In youth, you'd lay awake at night and scheme / Of all the things that you would change / But it was just a dream
5 The King - Rosendale
The father decreed / The new rule of law / His son to be banished outside of the walls / But the son had a plan / And his heart was convinced / There'd never be room for both king and a prince
Caleb
1 The Man who Can't Forget - Bart Zeal and Karliene
He saw his whole world breaking / That tortured soul I met / In a prison of his making / The man who can’t forget
2 Turn Out the Lights - Crane Wives
You don't have to believe every single thought / That tumbles through your head / Just 'cause it sounds like you talking / Sometimes all you can do / Is say goodnight and tuck your demons into bed / 'Cause they're not worth fighting
3 Ember - Katherine McNamara
You'd hold me (hold me) / Control me (control me) / You stole me (stole me) / Your plan almost broke me / Ashes remind me / Just who am I / I am ember / 'Bout to start a wildfire (wildfire, wildfire) / I am ember / Burning down your empire / Glowing brighter than the darkness inside of you / Can't escape the flame no matter what you do
4 Angel on Fire - Halsey
And I'm fading away, you know I used to be on fire / I'm standing in the ashes of who I used to be / But I'm fading away, you know I used to be on fire / You know I used to be on fire
5 Waving Through a Window - Cast of Dear Evan Hansen
Give them no reason to stare / No slipping up if you slip away / So I got nothing to share / No, I got nothing to say
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